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Chapter 17
’Theblueeyesslittedabovetannedcheekbonesslickwithtears.`Onlythebeginning.Betrayalfromabove.Fromabove...’Hesteppedbackfromthecamera,darkstainsonhistorntwillshirt.Armitage’sfacehadbeenmasklike,impassive,butCorto’swasthetrueschizoidmask,illnessetcheddeepininvoluntarymuscle,distortingtheexpensivesurgery.
`Colonel,Ihearyou,man.Listen,Colonel,okay?Iwantyoutoopenthe,ah...shit,what’sitcalled,Dix?’
`Themidbaylock,’theFlatlinesaid.
`Openthemidbaylock.Justtellyourcentralconsoletheretoopenit,right?We’llbeuptherewithyoufast,Colonel.Thenwecantalkaboutgettingoutofhere.’
Thelozengevanished.
`Boy,Ithinkyoujustlostme,there,’theFlatlinesaid.
`Thetoxins,’Casesaid,`thefuckingtoxins,’andjackedout.
`Poison?’MaelcumwatchedoverthescratchedblueshoulderofhisoldSanyoasCasestruggledoutoftheg-web.
`Andgetthisgoddamthingoffme...’TuggingattheTexascatheter.`Likeaslowpoison,andthatassholeupstairsknowshowtocounterit,andnowhe’scrazierthanashithouserat.’HefumbledwiththefrontoftheredSanyo,forgettinghowtoworktheseals.
`Bossman,hepoisonyou?’Maelcumscratchedhischeek.`Gotamedicalkit,yaknow.’
`Maelcum,Christ,helpmewiththisgoddamsuit.
