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Kawahara
’
s
voice
came
through
faintly
.
She
must
be
in
the
other
room
,
beyond
the
arch
.
"
They
coming
?
"
Trepp
’
s
face
stayed
impassive
.
Her
eyes
lifted
from
me
.
"
Yeah
,
"
she
said
loudly
.
"
Be
here
in
a
couple
of
minutes
.
"
I
was
coming
back
.
Something
was
forcing
my
nerves
back
into
sparking
,
fizzing
life
.
I
could
feel
the
shakes
setting
in
,
and
with
them
a
soupy
,
suffocating
quality
to
the
air
in
my
lungs
that
meant
the
betathanatine
crash
was
coming
on
ahead
of
schedule
.
My
limbs
were
moulded
in
lead
and
my
hands
felt
as
if
I
was
wearing
thick
cotton
gloves
with
a
low
electric
current
fizzing
through
them
.
I
was
in
no
condition
for
a
fight
.
My
left
hand
was
folded
under
me
,
flattened
to
the
floor
by
the
weight
of
my
body
.
My
right
trailed
out
at
an
awkward
side
angle
.
It
didn
’
t
feel
as
if
my
legs
would
do
much
more
than
hold
me
up
.
My
options
were
limited
.
"
Right
then
.
"
I
felt
Kawahara
’
s
hand
on
my
shoulder
,
pulling
me
onto
my
back
like
a
fish
for
gutting
.
Her
face
was
masked
in
concentration
and
there
was
a
pair
of
needle
-
nosed
pliers
in
her
other
hand
.
She
knelt
astride
my
chest
and
spread
the
lids
of
my
left
eye
with
her
fingers
.
I
forced
down
the
urge
to
blink
,
held
myself
immobile
.
The
pliers
came
down
,
jaws
poised
a
half
centimetre
apart
.
I
tensed
the
muscles
in
my
forearm
,
and
the
neural
spring
harness
delivered
the
Tebbit
knife
into
my
hand
.
I
slashed
sideways
.
I
was
aiming
for
Kawahara
’
s
side
,
below
the
floating
ribs
,
but
the
combination
of
stun
shakes
and
betathanatine
crash
threw
me
off
and
the
knife
blade
sliced
into
her
left
arm
below
the
elbow
,
jarred
on
the
bone
and
bounced
off
.
Kawahara
yelled
and
released
her
grip
on
my
eye
.
The
pliers
plunged
down
,
off
course
,
hit
my
cheekbone
and
carved
a
trough
in
the
flesh
of
my
cheek
.
I
felt
the
pain
distantly
,
metal
snagging
tissue
.
Blood
spilled
down
into
my
eye
.
I
stabbed
again
,
weakly
,
but
this
time
Kawahara
twisted
astride
me
and
blocked
downward
with
her
injured
arm
.
She
yelled
again
and
my
fizzing
glove
grip
on
the
knife
slipped
.
The
haft
trickled
away
past
my
palm
and
the
weapon
was
gone
.
Summoning
all
my
remaining
energy
into
my
left
arm
,
I
hooked
a
savage
punch
up
from
the
floor
and
caught
Kawahara
on
the
temple
.
She
rolled
off
me
,
clutching
at
the
wound
in
her
arm
,
and
for
a
moment
I
thought
the
blade
had
gone
deep
enough
to
mark
her
with
the
C
-
381
coating
.
But
Sheila
Sorenson
had
told
me
that
the
cyanide
poisoning
would
do
its
work
in
the
time
it
takes
to
draw
a
couple
of
breaths
.
Kawahara
was
getting
up
.
