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Chapter 16
Somebodyhastospeakitintoafancyterminalinacertainroom,whilewetakecareofwhatever’swaitingforusbehindthatice.’
`Well,yougottimetokill,kid,’theflatlinesaid.`Ol’Kuang’sslowbutsteady.’
Casejackedout.
IntoMaelcum’sstare.
`Youdeadawhilethere,mon.’
`Ithappens,’hesaid.`I’mgettingusedtoit.’
`Youdealin’wi’th’darkness,mon.’
`Onlygameintown,itlookslike.’
`Jahlove,Case,’Maelcumsaid,andturnedbacktohisradiomodule.Casestaredatthematteddreadlocks,theropesofmusclearoundtheman’sdarkarms.
Hejackedbackin.
Andflipped.
Mollywastrottingalongalengthofcorridorthatmighthavebeentheoneshe’dtraveledbefore.Theglass-frontedcasesweregonenow,andCasedecidedtheyweremovingtowardthetipofthespindle;gravitywasgrowingweaker.Soonshewasboundingsmoothlyoverrollinghillocksofcarpets.Fainttwingesinherleg...
Thecorridornarrowedsuddenly,curvedsplit.
Sheturnedrightandstartedupafreakishlysteepflightofstairs,herlegbeginningtoache.Overhead,strappedandbundledcableshuggedthestairwell’sceilinglikecolorcodedganglia.Thewallsweresplotchedwithdamp.
Shearrivedatatriangularlandingandstoodrubbingherleg.
