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Boone motioned the unit forward with a curt, pointed air-punch. | Boone motioned the unit forward with a curt, pointed air-punch. | ||
The squad fanned left and right. They deployed the four-hand doc-clearing technique. [[Aggie]] went left. She swivelled in and barked, “clear”. [[Algernon Farquhar|Algy]] went right. | The squad fanned left and right. They deployed the four-hand doc-clearing technique. | ||
[[Aggie]] went left. She swivelled in and barked, “clear”. | |||
[[Algernon Farquhar|Algy]] went right. He swivelled in and barked, “clear”. | |||
[[Sir Jerrold Baxter-Morley, Q.C.|Baxter-Morley]] went route one. He kicked over a drum and barked, “clear”. | [[Sir Jerrold Baxter-Morley, Q.C.|Baxter-Morley]] went route one. He kicked over a drum and barked, “clear”. | ||
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''Okay, everyone hold still, now.'' | ''Okay, everyone hold still, now.'' | ||
The diff-sensor swept for [[Semantic structure|semantic]] content. A.J. watched the display. The hourglass flipped. It flipped again. After a few moments it rendered: | The diff-sensor swept for [[Semantic structure|semantic]] content. A.J. watched the display. The hourglass flipped. It flipped again. After a few moments it rendered: ''zeroes across the board''. | ||
“We’re clean, sir. No blues, no reds. Zilch material alterations. The text-field is Delta-1 as we left it.” | “We’re clean, sir. No blues, no reds. Zilch material alterations. The text-field is Delta-1 as we left it.” | ||
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Boone looked up at his 2IC. “We have ''movement''” | Boone looked up at his 2IC. “We have ''movement''” | ||
The old veteran leaned in. | The old veteran leaned in. She peered at the display. She whistled. she caught the commander’s eye. “It ''could be'', you know, Boone.” | ||
Even as she said it, Boone knew it. | Even as she said it, Boone knew it. “Yeah.” | ||
“What, sir? ''What''?” A.J. hissed. | “What, sir? ''What''?” A.J. hissed. | ||
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At the back of the room, a dusty murmur in the rubble. Something moved. Another groan. Some planking shifted in the wrecked cube. | At the back of the room, a dusty murmur in the rubble. Something moved. Another groan. Some planking shifted in the wrecked cube. | ||
The kid looked up at the commander. Boone caught the yearning. | The kid looked up at the commander. Boone caught the yearning. The boy ''wanted'' it. | ||
Boone nodded. “Careful, lad.” He nodded. He let him off the leash. | Boone nodded. “Careful, lad.” He nodded. He let him off the leash. | ||
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Boone yukked. The squad yukked. “That’s solid A grade material, Agster. Love your work.” | Boone yukked. The squad yukked. “That’s solid A grade material, Agster. Love your work.” | ||
The Squidboy wore a lapel badge. It said “{{Caps|Renfield}}” | The Squidboy wore a lapel badge. It said “{{Caps|Renfield}}” [[A.J.]] nudged him with his boot. All the signs. Tell-tale blue/red track-change marks running up his arm. Tossed-out [[rider]]s and [[mark-up]] littered the splintered cubicle. A half-done [[CBT]] module cycled lazily on his screen. | ||
The kid hacked out a wet splutter, shook his head and staggered up. Chalk motes lifted off his suit. | The kid hacked out a wet splutter, shook his head and staggered up. Chalk motes lifted off his suit. | ||
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“What?” | “What?” | ||
“The answer. It’s D. | “The answer. It’s D. “All of the above”.” | ||
“Oh, right. Sweet.” The kid clacked keys and hit return. The Wang went blank. | “Oh, right. Sweet.” The kid clacked keys and hit return. The Wang went blank. | ||
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Boone opened up the comlink on back to base. “He’s pretty far gone, Aggie. I think it’s stale. But he’s packing a red herring. Take no chances.” | Boone opened up the comlink on back to base. “He’s pretty far gone, Aggie. I think it’s stale. But he’s packing a red herring. Take no chances.” | ||
The squid kid said, | The squid kid said, “I teach you the Superman.” He clawed back the pitch book. | ||
A.J. tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He hugged it close to his heart. | A.J. tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He hugged it close to his heart. | ||
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[[A.J.]] goggled. “What is it?” | [[A.J.]] goggled. “What is it?” | ||
The squid’s eyes glowed. They rolled in their sockets. | The squid’s eyes glowed. They rolled in their sockets. All he could do was mutter, over and over, “''I have seen the future. I can get you a piece.''” | ||
[[A.J.]] flipped the pages there were plenty to go on. He scanned the risk factors. He glommed the financial projections. | [[A.J.]] flipped the pages there were plenty to go on. He scanned the risk factors. He glommed the financial projections. | ||
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“Now hold on —” | “Now hold on —” | ||
Renfield laughed like a maniac. “We are ''all'' irrelevant! Everything is free! We are liberated! There are no bricks [[and/or]] mortar! | Renfield laughed like a maniac. “We are ''all'' irrelevant! Everything is free! We are liberated! There are no bricks [[and/or]] mortar! we are going to be rich!” | ||
The poor squid kid then dissolved into a gurgling hysteria, then rolled over and shot me with intense, red-beaded eyes. “How much can I put you down for? We’re full on our lines but I can get you a piece —” | The poor squid kid then dissolved into a gurgling hysteria, then rolled over and shot me with intense, red-beaded eyes. “How much can I put you down for? We’re full on our lines but I can get you a piece —” |