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He
didn
’
t
like
that
.
'
Hey
,
Aerol
,
’
Case
called
,
an
hour
later
,
as
he
prepared
for
a
practice
run
in
the
freefall
corridor
.
'
Come
here
,
man
.
Wanna
show
you
this
thing
.
’
He
held
out
the
trodes
.
Aerol
executed
a
slow
-
motion
tumble
.
His
bare
feet
struck
the
steel
wall
and
he
caught
a
girder
with
his
free
hand
.
The
other
held
a
transparent
waterbag
bulging
with
blue
-
green
algae
.
He
blinked
mildly
and
grinned
.
'
Try
it
,
’
Case
said
.
He
took
the
band
,
put
it
on
,
and
Case
adjusted
the
trodes
.
He
closed
his
eyes
.
Case
hit
the
power
stud
.
Aerol
shuddered
.
Case
jacked
him
back
out
.
'
What
did
you
see
,
man
?
’
'
Babylon
,
’
Aerol
said
,
sadly
,
handing
him
the
trodes
and
kicking
off
down
the
corridor
.
Riviera
sat
motionless
on
his
foam
pad
,
his
right
arm
extended
straight
out
,
level
with
his
shoulder
.
A
jewel
-
scaled
snake
,
its
eyes
like
ruby
neon
,
was
coiled
tightly
a
few
millimeters
behind
his
elbow
.
Case
watched
the
snake
,
which
was
finger
-
thick
and
banded
black
and
scarlet
,
slowly
contract
,
tightening
around
Riviera
’
s
arm
.
'
Come
then
,
’
the
man
said
caressingly
to
the
pale
waxy
scorpion
poised
in
the
center
of
his
upturned
palm
.
'
Come
.
’
The
scorpion
swayed
its
brownish
claws
and
scurried
up
his
arm
its
feet
tracking
the
faint
dark
telltales
of
veins
.
When
it
reached
the
inner
elbow
,
it
halted
and
seemed
to
vibrate
.
Riviera
made
a
soft
hissing
sound
.
The
sting
came
up
,
quivered
,
and
sank
into
the
skin
above
a
bulging
vein
.
The
coral
snake
relaxed
,
and
Riviera
sighed
slowly
as
the
injection
hit
him
.
Then
the
snake
and
the
scorpion
were
gone
,
and
he
held
a
milky
plastic
syringe
in
his
left
hand
.
'
'
If
God
made
anything
better
,
he
kept
it
for
himself
.
’
You
know
the
expression
,
Case
?
’
