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'
Maelcum
will
take
you
.
Jah
love
,
sister
.
’
The
tug
Marcus
Garvey
,
a
steel
drum
nine
meters
long
and
two
in
diameter
,
creaked
and
shuddered
as
Maelcum
punched
for
a
navigational
burn
.
Splayed
in
his
elastic
g
-
web
,
Case
watched
the
Zionite
’
s
muscular
back
through
a
haze
of
scopolamine
.
He
’
d
taken
the
drug
to
blunt
SAS
nausea
,
but
the
stimulants
the
manufacturer
included
to
counter
the
scop
had
no
effect
on
his
doctored
system
.
'
How
long
’
s
it
gonna
take
us
to
make
Freeside
?
’
Molly
asked
from
her
web
beside
Maelcum
’
s
pilot
module
.
'
Don
be
long
now
,
m
’
seh
dat
.
’
'
You
guys
ever
think
in
hours
?
’
'
Sister
,
time
,
it
be
time
,
ya
know
wha
mean
?
Dread
,
’
and
he
shook
his
locks
,
'
at
control
,
mon
,
an
’
I
an
’
I
come
a
Freeside
when
I
an
’
I
come
.
.
.
’
'
Case
,
’
she
said
,
'
have
you
maybe
done
anything
toward
getting
in
touch
with
our
pal
from
Berne
?
Like
all
that
time
you
spent
in
Zion
,
plugged
in
with
your
lips
moving
?
’
'
Pal
,
’
Case
said
,
'
sure
.
No
.
I
haven
’
t
.
But
I
got
a
funny
story
along
those
lines
,
left
over
from
Istanbul
.
’
He
told
her
about
the
phones
in
the
Hilton
.
'
Christ
,
’
she
said
,
'
there
goes
a
chance
.
How
come
you
hung
up
?
’
'
Coulda
been
anybody
,
’
he
lied
.
'
Just
a
chip
.
.
.
I
dunno
.
’
He
shrugged
.
