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Chapter 18
Where’she,Case?’
`Dead,’hesaid,knowingshecouldn’thearhim,`he’sdead.’
Heflipped.
TheChineseprogramwasfacetofacewiththetargetice,rainbowtintsgraduallydominatedbythegreenoftherectanglerepresentingtheT-Acores.Archesofemeraldacrossthecolorlessvoid.
`How’sitgoDixie?’
`Fine.Tooslick.Thing’samazing...ShouldahadonethattimeinSingapore.DidtheoldNewBankofAsiaforagoodfiftiethofwhattheywereworth.Butthat’sancienthistory.Thisbabytakesallthedrudgeryoutofit.Makesyouwonderwhatarealwarwouldbelike,now...’
`Ifthiskindashitwasonthestreet;we’dbeoutajob,’Casesaid.
`Youwish.Wait’llyou’resteeringthatthingupstairsthroughblackice.’
`Sure.’
Somethingsmallanddecidedlynongeometrichadjustappearedonthefarendofoneoftheemeraldarches.
`Dixie...’
`Yeah.Iseeit.Don’tknowifIbelieveit.’
Abrownishdot,adullgnatagainstthegreenwalloftheT-Acores.Itbegantoadvance,acrossthebridgebuiltbyKuangGradeMarkEleven,andCasesawthatitwaswalking.Asitcame,thegreensectionofthearchextended,thepolychromeofthevirusprogramrollingback,afewstepsaheadofthecrackedblackshoes.
