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 The poor little punk was in a state. Dust-caked, dehydrated, eyes red and rolling wild in wide sockets.
-“I have it!” he mumbled it through a mouthful of sand and plaster. “I can get you some —”
+“I have it!” he mumbled it through a mouthful of sand and plaster. “I can ''get'' you some —”
 “P.A.D. Masks! Now!” Boones tone was urgent.
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 Aggie said, “Oopsie.”
-Boone yukked. The squad yukked. “that's solid A grade material, Agster. I see what you did there.”
+Boone yukked. The squad yukked. “that's solid A grade material, Agster. I love your work.”
-The squid kid shook his head. Chalk motes lifted off his suit.
+AJ nudged the squid kid 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 the display.
-“No, no, no, please, no, I’m clean, man. I’m straight. I'm Goldboy through and through.”
-The suit ''was'' sharp.
+Squid kid hacked out a wet splutter, shook his head and staggered up. Chalk motes lifted off his suit.
-Boone carried 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.”
+A.J. cocked and aimed. “Hold it right there, tiger.”
+Kid regarded [A.J.]]’s up-close muzzle and ''gurned''. “Oh, no, I’m clean, man. I’m straight. I'm Goldboy through and through.”
+The suit ''was'' sharp: Goldie grade sans doubte.
+“I’m a ninja. ''Look''.”
+Kid tossed a deck on the floor. It spun. It landed face down. A.J. checked the back.
+“Football Team checks out, sir.”
+“Entity?”
+“National Association.”
+“Branch?”
+“London. Acting by and on behalf of, not through through. Punctuation correct.”
+“I ''told'' you, man. I’m on the level.” The kid shifted awkwardly and grope at a nearby keyboard.
+“Freeze!”
+“Chill, man. I'm late on CBD. If I don't finish on time they will know something wing. Compliance goons monitor by the key stroke.
+Boone did not want a goldberg compliance detail sweeping the building right now.
+Gimme a look at that.
+Kid twisted the screen up to Boone’s eyeline. An old CRT Wang terminal swan into view. A smorgasbord of  CUI courier orange.
+What's that?
+He alt-tabbed for Leisure Suit Larry. No dice: the kid’s story checked out. He scanned the screen. A timer counted down. Four minutes and counting.
+What's that?
+That's the goddamn deadline. I've been pulling all nighters on th in s goddam CDO . I gotta get this done or my ass I'd toast.
+“Okay. It’s D.”
+“What?”
+“The answer. It’s D.  “All of the above”.”
+“Sweet.” The kid clattered his keyboard. He hit return. The Wang we t blank. The hourglass twisted.30 seconds to go.
+The machine beeped. The test came through. 80%. Clear
+The kid grinned. “Nailed it. Any more was wasted effort.”
+The comlink crackled. “ Boone, this is based. Chinese wall is active. You may proceed.
+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.”
 It seemed implausible. He had the likely pedigree a and squid-like air is assurance. He was clutching a fat book.