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           `RunthatbackandgettheHosakatolookitup,’hetoldtheconstruct.

           Heflipped.

           Theperspectivestartledhim.Mollywascrouchingbetweensteelgirders,twentymetersaboveabroad,stainedfloorofpolishedconcrete.Theroomwasahangarorservicebay.Hecouldseethreespacecraft,nonelargerthanGarveyandallinvariousstagesofrepair.Japanesevoices.Afigureinanorangejumpsuitsteppedfromagapinthehullofabulbousconstructionvehicleandstoodbesideoneofthething’spiston-driven,weirdlyanthropomorphicarms.Themanpunchedsomethingintoaportableconsoleandscratchedhisribs.Acartlikereddronerolledintosightongrayballoontires.

           CASE,flashedherchip.

           `Hey,’shesaid.`Waitingforaguide.’

           Shesettledbackonherhaunches,thearmsandkneesofherModernsuitthecoloroftheblue-graypaintonthegirders,Herleghurt,asharpsteadypainnow.`IshouldagonebacktoChin,’shemuttered.

           Somethingcametickingquietlyoutoftheshadows,onalevelwithherleftshoulder.Itpaused,swayeditssphericalbodyfromsidetosideonhigh-archedspiderlegs,firedamicrosecondburstofdiffuselaserlight,andfroze.ItwasaBraunmicrodrone,andCasehadonceownedthesamemodel,apointlessaccessoryhe’dobtainedaspartofapackagedealwithaClevelandhardwarefence.Itlookedlikeastylizedmatteblackdaddylonglegs.AredLEDbegantopulse,atthesphere’sequator.