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'
Well
,
’
she
said
,
pausing
,
taking
all
of
her
weight
on
her
right
leg
,
'
guess
you
got
problems
too
.
’
She
looked
down
.
There
was
a
faint
circle
of
light
,
no
larger
than
the
brass
round
of
the
Chubb
key
that
dangled
between
her
breasts
.
She
looked
up
.
Nothing
at
all
.
She
tongued
her
amps
and
the
tube
rose
into
vanishing
perspective
,
the
Braun
picking
its
way
up
the
rungs
.
'
Nobody
told
me
about
this
part
,
’
she
said
.
Case
jacked
out
.
'
Maelcum
.
.
.
’
'
Mon
,
you
bossman
gone
ver
’
strange
.
’
The
Zionite
was
wearing
a
blue
Sanyo
vacuum
suit
twenty
years
older
than
the
one
Case
had
rented
in
Freeside
,
its
helmet
under
his
arm
and
his
dreadlocks
bagged
in
a
net
cap
crocheted
from
purple
cotton
yarn
.
His
eyes
were
slitted
with
ganja
and
tension
.
'
Keep
callin
’
down
here
wi
’
orders
,
mon
,
but
be
some
Babylon
war
.
.
.
’
Maelcum
shook
his
head
.
'
Aerol
an
’
I
talkin
’
,
an
’
Aerol
talkin
’
wi
’
Zion
,
Founders
seh
cut
an
’
run
.
’
He
ran
the
back
of
a
large
brown
hand
across
his
mouth
.
'
Armitage
?
’
Case
winced
as
the
betaphenethylamine
hangover
hit
him
with
its
full
intensity
,
unscreened
by
the
matrix
or
simstim
.
Brain
’
s
got
no
nerves
in
it
,
he
told
himself
,
it
can
’
t
really
feel
this
bad
.
'
What
do
you
mean
,
man
?
He
’
s
giving
you
orders
?
What
?
’
'
Mon
,
Armitage
,
he
tellin
’
me
set
course
for
Finland
,
ya
know
?
He
tellin
’
me
there
be
hope
,
ya
know
?
Come
on
my
screen
wi
’
his
shirt
all
blood
,
mon
,
an
’
be
crazy
as
some
dog
,
talkin
’
screamin
’
fists
an
’
Russian
an
’
th
’
blood
of
th
’
betrayers
shall
be
on
our
hands
.
’
He
shook
his
head
again
,
the
dreadcap
swaying
and
bobbing
in
zero
-
g
,
his
lips
narrowed
.
'
Founders
seh
the
Mute
voice
be
false
prophet
surely
,
an
’
Aerol
an
’
I
mus
’
’
bandon
Marcus
Garveyand
return
.
’
