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'
Poison
?
’
Maelcum
watched
over
the
scratched
blue
shoulder
of
his
old
Sanyo
as
Case
struggled
out
of
the
g
-
web
.
'
And
get
this
goddam
thing
off
me
.
.
.
’
Tugging
at
the
Texas
catheter
.
'
Like
a
slow
poison
,
and
that
asshole
upstairs
knows
how
to
counter
it
,
and
now
he
’
s
crazier
than
a
shithouse
rat
.
’
He
fumbled
with
the
front
of
the
red
Sanyo
,
forgetting
how
to
work
the
seals
.
'
Bossman
,
he
poisonyou
?
’
Maelcum
scratched
his
cheek
.
'
Got
a
medical
kit
,
ya
know
.
’
'
Maelcum
,
Christ
,
help
me
with
this
goddam
suit
.
’
The
Zionite
kicked
off
from
the
pink
pilot
module
.
'
Easy
,
mon
.
Measure
twice
,
cut
once
,
wise
man
put
it
.
We
get
up
there
.
.
.
’
There
was
air
in
the
corrugated
gangway
that
led
from
Marcus
Garvey
’
s
aft
lock
to
the
midbay
lock
of
the
yacht
called
Haniwa
,
but
they
kept
their
suits
sealed
.
Maelcum
executed
the
passage
with
balletic
grace
,
only
pausing
to
help
Case
,
who
’
d
gone
into
an
awkward
tumble
as
he
’
d
stepped
out
of
Garvey
.
The
white
plastic
sides
of
the
tube
filtered
the
raw
sunlight
;
there
were
no
shadows
.
Garvey
’
s
airlock
hatch
was
patched
and
pitted
,
decorated
with
a
laser
-
carved
Lion
of
Zion
.
Haniwa
’
s
midbay
hatch
was
creamy
gray
,
blank
and
pristine
.
Maelcum
inserted
his
gloved
hand
in
a
narrow
recess
.
Case
saw
his
fingers
move
.
Red
LEDs
came
to
life
in
the
recess
,
counting
down
from
fifty
.
Maelcum
withdrew
his
hand
.
Case
,
with
one
glove
braced
against
the
hatch
,
felt
the
vibration
of
the
lock
mechanism
through
his
suit
and
bones
.
The
round
segment
of
gray
hull
began
to
withdraw
into
the
side
of
Haniwa
.
Maelcum
grabbed
the
recess
with
one
hand
and
Case
with
the
other
.
The
lock
took
them
with
it
.
Haniwawas
a
product
of
the
Dornier
-
Fujitsu
yards
,
her
interior
informed
by
a
design
philosophy
similar
to
the
one
that
had
produced
the
Mercedes
that
had
chauffeured
them
through
Istanbul
.
The
narrow
midbay
was
walled
in
imitation
ebony
veneer
and
floored
with
gray
Italian
tiles
.
Case
felt
as
though
he
were
invading
some
rich
man
’
s
private
spa
by
way
of
the
shower
.
The
yacht
,
which
had
been
assembled
in
orbit
,
had
never
been
intended
for
re
-
entry
.
Her
smooth
,
wasplike
line
was
simply
styling
,
and
everything
about
her
interior
was
calculated
to
add
to
the
overall
impression
of
speed
.
