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Case
was
pulling
the
adaptor
from
its
socket
when
the
riderless
service
cart
swiveled
into
sight
,
under
the
graceless
concrete
arch
marking
the
far
end
of
their
corridor
.
It
might
have
been
the
one
his
Africans
had
ridden
,
but
if
it
was
,
they
were
gone
now
.
Just
behind
the
back
of
the
low
padded
seat
,
its
tiny
manipulators
gripping
the
upholstery
,
the
little
Braun
was
steadily
winking
its
red
LED
.
'
Bus
to
catch
,
’
Case
said
to
Maelcum
.
He
’
d
lost
his
anger
again
.
He
missed
it
.
The
little
cart
was
crowded
:
Maelcum
,
the
Remington
across
his
knees
,
and
Case
,
deck
and
construct
against
his
chest
.
The
cart
was
operating
at
speeds
it
hadn
’
t
been
designed
for
,
it
was
top
heavy
,
cornering
,
and
Maelcum
had
taken
to
leaning
out
in
the
direction
of
the
turns
.
This
presented
no
problem
when
the
thing
took
lefts
,
because
Case
sat
on
the
right
,
but
in
the
right
turns
the
Zionite
had
to
lean
across
Case
and
his
gear
,
crushing
him
against
the
seat
.
He
had
no
idea
where
they
were
.
Everything
was
familiar
,
but
he
couldn
’
t
be
sure
he
’
d
seen
any
particular
stretch
before
.
A
curving
hallway
lined
with
wooden
showcases
displayed
collections
he
was
certain
he
’
d
never
seen
:
the
skulls
of
large
birds
,
coins
,
masks
of
beaten
silver
.
The
service
cart
’
s
six
tires
were
silent
on
the
layered
carpets
.
There
was
only
the
whine
of
the
electric
motor
and
an
occasional
faint
burst
of
Zion
dub
,
from
the
foam
beads
in
Maelcum
’
s
ears
,
as
he
lunged
past
Case
to
counter
a
sharp
right
.
The
deck
and
the
construct
kept
pressing
the
shuriken
in
his
jacket
pocket
into
his
hip
.
'
You
got
a
watch
?
’
he
asked
Maelcum
.
The
Zionite
shook
his
locks
.
'
Time
be
time
.
’
'
Jesus
,
’
Case
said
,
and
closed
his
eyes
.
The
Braun
scuttled
over
mounded
carpets
and
tapped
one
of
its
padded
claws
against
an
oversized
rectangular
door
of
dark
battered
wood
.
Behind
them
,
the
cart
sizzled
and
shot
blue
sparks
from
a
louvered
panel
.
The
sparks
struck
the
carpet
beneath
the
cart
and
Case
smelled
scorched
wool
.
