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One
and
a
half
hours
.
'
Case
,
’
she
said
,
'
I
wanna
favor
.
’
Stiffly
,
she
lowered
herself
to
sit
on
a
stack
of
polished
steel
plates
,
the
finish
of
each
plate
protected
by
an
uneven
coating
of
clear
plastic
.
She
picked
at
a
rip
in
the
plastic
on
the
topmost
plate
,
blades
sliding
from
beneath
thumb
and
forefinger
.
'
Leg
’
s
not
good
,
you
know
?
Didn
’
t
figure
any
climb
like
that
,
and
the
endorphin
won
’
t
cut
it
,
much
longer
.
So
maybe
-
just
maybe
,
right
?
-
I
got
a
problem
here
.
What
it
is
,
if
I
buy
it
here
,
before
Riviera
does
’
-
and
she
stretched
her
leg
,
kneaded
the
flesh
of
her
thigh
through
Modern
polycarbon
and
Paris
leather
-
'
I
want
you
to
tell
him
.
Tell
him
it
was
me
.
Got
it
?
Just
say
it
was
Molly
.
He
’
ll
know
.
Okay
?
’
She
glanced
around
the
empty
hallway
,
the
bare
walls
.
The
floor
here
was
raw
lunar
concrete
and
the
air
smelled
of
resins
.
'
Shit
,
man
,
I
don
’
t
even
know
if
you
’
re
listening
.
’
CASE
.
She
winced
,
got
to
her
feet
,
nodded
.
'
What
’
s
he
told
you
,
man
,
Wintermute
?
He
tell
you
about
Marie
-
France
?
She
was
the
Tessier
half
,
3Jane
’
s
genetic
mother
.
And
of
that
dead
puppet
of
Ashpool
’
s
,
I
guess
.
Can
’
t
figure
why
he
’
d
tell
me
,
down
in
that
cubicle
.
.
.
lotta
stuff
.
.
.
Why
he
has
to
come
on
like
the
Finn
or
somebody
,
he
told
me
that
.
It
’
s
not
just
a
mask
,
it
’
s
like
he
uses
real
profiles
as
valves
,
gears
himself
down
to
communicate
with
us
.
Called
it
a
template
.
Model
of
personality
.
’
She
drew
her
fletcher
and
limped
away
down
the
corridor
.
The
bare
steel
and
scabrous
epoxy
ended
abruptly
,
replaced
by
what
Case
at
first
took
to
be
a
rough
tunnel
blasted
from
solid
rock
.
Molly
examined
its
edge
and
he
saw
that
in
fact
the
steel
was
sheathed
with
panels
of
something
that
looked
and
felt
like
cold
stone
.
She
knelt
and
touched
the
dark
sand
spread
across
the
floor
of
the
imitation
tunnel
.
It
felt
like
sand
,
cool
and
dry
,
but
when
she
drew
her
finger
through
it
,
it
closed
like
a
fluid
,
leaving
the
surface
undisturbed
.
A
dozen
meters
ahead
,
the
tunnel
curved
.
Harsh
yellow
light
threw
hard
shadows
on
the
seamed
pseudo
-
rock
of
the
walls
.
With
a
start
,
Case
realized
that
the
gravity
here
was
near
earth
normal
,
which
meant
that
she
’
d
had
to
descend
again
,
after
the
climb
.
He
was
thoroughly
lost
now
;
spatial
disorientation
held
a
peculiar
horror
for
cowboys
.
But
she
wasn
’
t
lost
,
he
told
himself
.
Something
scurried
between
her
legs
and
went
ticking
across
the
un
-
sand
of
the
floor
.
A
red
LED
blinked
.
The
Braun
.
The
first
of
the
holos
waited
just
beyond
the
curve
,
a
sort
of
triptych
.
She
lowered
the
fletcher
before
Case
had
had
time
to
realize
that
the
thing
was
a
recording
.
The
figures
were
caricatures
in
light
,
lifesize
cartoons
:
Molly
,
Armitage
,
and
Case
.
Molly
’
s
breasts
were
too
large
,
visible
through
tight
black
mesh
beneath
a
heavy
leather
jacket
.
Her
waist
was
impossibly
narrow
.
Silvered
lenses
covered
half
her
face
.
She
held
an
absurdly
elaborate
weapon
of
some
kind
,
a
pistol
shape
nearly
lost
beneath
a
flanged
overlay
of
scope
sights
,
silencers
,
flash
hiders
.
Her
legs
were
spread
,
pelvis
canted
forward
,
her
mouth
fixed
in
a
leer
of
idiotic
cruelty
.
Beside
her
,
Armitage
stood
rigidly
at
attention
in
a
threadbare
khaki
uniform
.
His
eyes
,
Case
saw
,
as
Molly
stepped
carefully
forward
,
were
tiny
monitor
screens
,
each
one
displaying
the
blue
-
gray
image
of
a
howling
waste
of
snow
,
the
stripped
black
trunks
of
evergreens
bending
in
silent
winds
.
