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She
walked
across
to
Trepp
’
s
motionless
form
.
"
And
you
,
you
fuck
,
"
she
said
,
kicking
the
pale
woman
hard
in
the
ribs
.
The
body
did
not
move
.
"
What
did
this
motherfucker
do
for
you
,
anyway
?
Promise
to
eat
your
cunt
for
the
next
decade
?
"
Trepp
made
no
response
.
I
strained
the
fingers
of
my
left
hand
and
managed
to
move
them
a
few
centimetres
across
the
floor
towards
my
leg
.
Kawahara
went
to
the
desk
with
a
final
backward
glance
at
Trepp
’
s
body
and
touched
a
control
.
"
Security
?
"
"
Ms
.
Kawahara
.
"
It
was
the
same
male
voice
that
had
grilled
Ortega
on
our
approach
to
the
airship
.
"
There
’
s
been
an
incursion
on
the
—
"
"
I
know
what
there
’
s
been
,
"
said
Kawahara
tiredly
.
"
I
’
ve
been
wrestling
with
it
for
the
last
five
minutes
.
Why
aren
’
t
you
down
here
?
"
"
Ms
.
Kawahara
?
"
"
I
said
,
how
long
does
it
take
you
to
get
your
synthetic
ass
down
here
on
a
call
out
?
"
There
was
a
brief
silence
.
Kawahara
waited
,
head
bowed
over
the
desk
.
I
reached
across
my
body
and
my
right
and
left
hands
met
in
a
weak
clasp
,
then
curled
closed
on
what
they
held
and
fell
back
.
"
Ms
.
Kawahara
,
there
was
no
alert
from
your
cabin
.
"
"
Oh
.
