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           Itsbodywasnolargerthanabaseball.`Okay,’shesaid,`Ihearyou.’Shestoodup,favoringherleftleg,andwatchedthelittledronereverse.Itpickeditsmethodicalwaybackacrossitsgirderandintodarkness.Sheturnedandlookedbackattheservicearea.Themanintheorangejumpsuitwassealingthefrontofawhitevacuumrig.Shewatchedhimringandsealthehelmet,pickuphisconsole,andstepbackthroughthegapintheconstructionboat’shull.Therewasarisingwhineofmotorsandthethingslidsmoothlyoutofsightonatenmetercircleofflooringthatsankawayintoaharshglareofarclamps.Thereddronewaitedpatientlyattheedgeoftheholeleftbytheelevatorpanel.

           ThenshewasoffaftertheBraun,threadingherwaybetweenaforestofweldedsteelstruts.TheBraunwinkeditsLEDsteadily,beckoningheron.

           `Howyoudoin’,Case?YoubackinGarveywithMaelcum?Sure.Andjackedintothis.Ilikeit,youknow?LikeI’vealwaystalkedtomyself,inmyhead,whenI’vebeenintightspots.PretendIgotsomefriend,somebodyIcantrust,andI’lltell’emwhatIreallythink,whatIfeellike,andthenI’llpretendthey’retellingmewhattheythinkaboutthat,andI’lljustgoalongthatway.Havingyouiniskindalikethat.ThatscenewithAshpool...’Shegnawedatherlowerlip,swingingaroundastrut,keepingthedroneinsight.