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With
the
mission
time
display
flaring
red
in
the
corner
of
my
vision
,
I
backed
out
of
the
room
.
The
injured
animal
outside
the
door
opposite
did
not
look
up
as
I
approached
.
I
knelt
and
laid
one
hand
gently
on
the
matted
fur
.
The
head
lifted
and
the
keening
rose
in
the
throat
again
.
I
set
down
the
shard
gun
and
tensed
my
empty
hand
.
The
neural
sheath
delivered
the
Tebbit
knife
,
glinting
.
After
,
I
cleaned
the
blade
on
the
fur
,
resheathed
the
knife
and
picked
up
the
shard
gun
,
all
with
the
unhurried
calm
of
the
Reaper
.
Then
I
moved
silently
to
the
connecting
corridor
.
Deep
in
the
diamond
serenity
of
the
drug
something
was
nagging
at
me
,
but
the
Reaper
would
not
let
me
worry
about
it
.
As
indicated
on
Elliott
’
s
stolen
blueprints
the
cross
corridor
led
to
a
set
of
stairs
,
carpeted
in
the
same
orgiastic
pattern
as
the
main
thoroughfare
.
I
moved
warily
down
the
steps
,
gun
tracking
the
open
space
ahead
,
proximity
sense
spread
like
a
radar
net
before
me
.
Nothing
stirred
.
Kawahara
must
have
battened
down
all
the
hatches
just
in
case
Ortega
and
her
crew
saw
something
inconvenient
while
they
were
on
the
premises
.
Two
levels
down
,
I
stepped
off
the
stairs
and
followed
my
memory
of
the
blueprints
through
a
mesh
of
corridors
until
I
was
reasonably
sure
that
the
door
to
Kawahara
’
s
quarters
was
around
the
next
corner
.
With
my
back
to
the
wall
,
I
slid
up
to
the
corner
and
waited
,
breathing
shallowly
.
The
proximity
sense
said
there
was
someone
at
the
door
around
the
corner
,
possibly
more
than
one
person
,
and
I
picked
up
the
faint
tang
of
cigarette
smoke
.
I
dropped
to
my
knees
,
checked
my
surroundings
and
then
lowered
my
face
to
the
ground
.
With
one
cheek
brushing
the
pile
of
the
carpet
,
I
eased
my
head
around
the
corner
.
A
man
and
a
woman
stood
by
the
door
,
similarly
dressed
in
green
coveralls
.
The
woman
was
smoking
.
Although
each
of
them
had
stunguns
bolstered
importantly
at
their
belts
,
they
looked
more
like
technical
staff
than
security
attendants
.
I
relaxed
fractionally
and
settled
down
to
wait
some
more
.
In
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
the
minutes
of
mission
time
pulsed
like
an
overstressed
vein
.
It
was
another
quarter
of
an
hour
before
I
heard
the
door
.
At
full
amp
,
the
neurachem
caught
the
rustle
of
clothing
as
the
attendants
moved
to
allow
whoever
was
leaving
to
exit
.
I
heard
voices
,
Ortega
’
s
flat
with
pretended
official
disinterest
,
then
Kawahara
’
s
,
as
modulated
as
the
mandroid
in
Larkin
&
Green
.
With
the
betathanatine
to
protect
me
from
the
hatred
,
my
reaction
to
that
voice
was
a
muted
horizon
event
,
like
the
flare
and
crash
of
gunfire
at
a
great
distance
.
"
…
that
I
cannot
be
of
more
assistance
,
lieutenant
.
If
what
you
say
about
the
Wei
Clinic
is
true
,
his
mental
balance
has
certainly
deteriorated
since
he
worked
for
me
.
I
feel
a
certain
responsibility
.
I
mean
,
I
would
never
have
recommended
him
to
Laurens
Bancroft
,
had
I
suspected
this
would
happen
.
"
"
As
I
said
,
this
is
supposition
.
"
Ortega
’
s
tone
sharpened
slightly
.
"
And
I
’
d
appreciate
it
if
these
details
didn
’
t
go
any
further
.
Until
we
know
where
Kovacs
has
gone
,
and
why
—
"
