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           `Betnotasmuchasyougetforwearingthatsuit,huh?’

           TheFinn’supperlipsdrewback.`Notenough,sweetmeat.’Hehandedheramagnetickeywitharoundyellowtag.`You’reregisteredalready.Honcho’supstairs.’Helookedaround.`Thistownsucks.’

           `Yougetagoraphobic,theytakeyououtfromunderadome.Justpretendit’sBrooklynorsomething.’Shetwirledthekeyaroundafinger.`Youhereasvaletorwhat?’

           `Igottacheckoutsomeguy’simplants,’theFinnsaid.

           `Howaboutmydeck?’Caseasked.

           TheFinnwinced.`Observetheprotocol.Asktheboss.’

           Molly’sfingersmovedintheshadowofherjacket,aflickerofjive.TheFinnwatched,thennodded.

           `Yeah,’shesaid,`Iknowwhothatis.’Shejerkedherheadinthedirectionoftheelevators.`Comeon,cowboy.’Casefollowedherwithbothbags.

           TheirroommighthavebeentheoneinChibawherehe’dfirstseenArmitage.Hewenttothewindow,inthemorning,almostexpectingtoseeTokyoBay.Therewasanotherhotelacrossthestreet.Itwasstillraining.Afewletter-writershadtakenrefugeindoorways,theiroldvoiceprinterswrappedinsheetsofclearplastic,evidencethatthewrittenwordstillenjoyedacertainprestigehere.Itwasasluggishcountry.HewatchedadullblackCitroensedan,aprimitivehydrogen-cellconversion,asitdisgorgedfivesullen-lookingTurkishofficersinrumpledgreenuniforms.