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Chapter 6
`Contentsareprimarilyvideorecordingsofpostwarmilitarytrials,’saidthedistantvoiceoftheHosaka.`CentralfigureisColonelWillisCorto.’
`Showitalready,’Casesaid.
Aman’sfacefilledthescreen.TheeyeswereArmitage’s.
Twohourslater,CasefellbesideMollyontheslabandletthetemperfoammolditselfagainsthim.
`Youfindanything?’sheasked,hervoicefuzzywithsleepanddrugs.
`Tellyoulater,’hesaid,`I’mwrecked.’Hewashungoverandconfused.Helaythere,eyesclosed,andtriedtosortthevariouspartsofastoryaboutamancalledCorto.TheHosakahadsortedathinstoreofdataandassembledaprecis,butitwasfullofgaps.Someofthematerialhadbeenprintrecords,reelingsmoothlydownthescreen,tooquickly,andCasehadhadtoaskthecomputertoreadthemforhim.OthersegmentswereaudiorecordingsoftheScreamingFisthearing.
WillisCorto,Colonel,hadplummetedthroughablindspotintheRussiandefensesoverKirensk.Theshuttleshadcreatedtheholewithpulsebombs,andCorto’steamhaddroppedininNightwingmicrolights,theirwingssnappingtautinmoonlight,reflectedinjagsofsilveralongtheriversAngaraandPodhamennaya,thelastlightCortowouldseeforfifteenmonths.Casetriedtoimaginethemicrolightsblossomingoutoftheirlaunchcapsules,highaboveafrozensteppe.
