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He
withdrew
the
line
through
the
library
ice
.
It
whipped
back
into
his
program
,
automatically
triggering
a
full
system
reversal
.
The
Sense
/
Net
gates
snapped
past
him
as
he
backed
out
,
subprograms
whirling
back
into
the
core
of
the
icebreaker
as
he
passed
the
gates
where
they
had
been
stationed
.
'
Out
,
Brood
,
’
he
said
,
and
slumped
in
his
chair
.
After
the
concentration
of
an
actual
run
,
he
could
remain
jacked
in
and
still
retain
awareness
of
his
body
.
It
might
take
Sense
/
Net
days
to
discover
the
theft
of
the
construct
.
The
key
would
be
the
deflection
of
the
Los
Angeles
transfer
,
which
coincided
too
neatly
with
the
Modern
’
s
terror
run
.
He
doubted
that
the
three
security
men
Molly
had
encountered
in
the
corridor
would
live
to
talk
about
it
.
He
flipped
.
The
elevator
,
with
Molly
’
s
blackbox
taped
beside
the
control
panel
,
remained
where
she
’
d
left
it
.
The
guard
still
lay
curled
on
the
floor
.
Case
noticed
the
derm
on
his
neck
for
the
first
time
.
Something
of
Molly
’
s
,
to
keep
him
under
.
She
stepped
over
him
and
removed
the
blackbox
before
punching
LOBBY
.
As
the
elevator
door
hissed
open
,
a
woman
hurtled
backward
out
of
the
crowd
,
into
the
elevator
,
and
struck
the
rear
wall
with
her
head
.
Molly
ignored
her
,
bending
over
to
peel
the
derm
from
the
guard
’
s
neck
.
Then
she
kicked
the
white
pants
and
the
pink
raincoat
out
the
door
,
tossing
the
dark
glasses
after
them
,
and
drew
the
hood
of
her
suit
down
across
her
forehead
.
The
construct
,
in
the
suit
’
s
kangaroo
pocket
,
dug
into
her
sternum
when
she
moved
.
She
stepped
out
.
Case
had
seen
panic
before
,
but
never
in
an
enclosed
area
.
The
Sense
/
Net
employees
,
spilling
out
of
the
elevators
,
had
surged
for
the
street
doors
,
only
to
meet
the
foam
barricades
of
the
Tacticals
and
the
sandbag
-
guns
of
the
BAMA
Rapids
.
The
two
agencies
,
convinced
that
they
were
containing
a
horde
of
potential
killers
,
were
cooperating
with
an
uncharacteristic
degree
of
efficiency
.
Beyond
the
shattered
wreckage
of
the
main
street
doors
,
bodies
were
piled
three
deep
on
the
barricades
.
The
hollow
thumping
of
the
riot
guns
provided
a
constant
background
for
the
sound
the
crowd
made
as
it
surged
back
and
forth
across
the
lobby
’
s
marble
floor
.
Case
had
never
heard
anything
like
that
sound
.
Neither
,
apparently
,
had
Molly
.
'
Jesus
,
’
she
said
,
and
hesitated
.
It
was
a
sort
of
keening
,
rising
into
a
bubbling
wail
of
raw
and
total
fear
.
The
lobby
floor
was
covered
with
bodies
,
clothing
,
blood
,
and
long
trampled
scrolls
of
yellow
printout
.
'
C
’
mon
,
sister
.
We
’
re
for
out
.
’
The
eyes
of
the
two
Moderns
stared
out
of
madly
swirling
shades
of
polycarbon
,
their
suits
unable
to
keep
up
with
the
confusion
of
shape
and
color
that
raged
behind
them
.
'
You
hurt
?
C
’
mon
.
Tommy
’
ll
walk
you
.
’
Tommy
handed
something
to
the
one
who
spoke
,
a
video
camera
wrapped
in
polycarbon
.
'
Chicago
,
’
she
said
,
'
I
’
m
on
my
way
.
’
And
then
she
was
falling
,
not
to
the
marble
floor
,
slick
with
blood
and
vomit
,
but
down
some
bloodwarm
well
,
into
silence
and
the
dark
.
