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           `Gottahandittoyou,boss,’theFlatlinesaid,whentheshort,rumpledfigureoftheFinnseemedtostandafewmetersaway.`IneverseenanythingthisfunnywhenIwasalive.’Buttheeerienonlaughdidn’tcome.

           `Inevertrieditbefore,’theFinnsaid,showinghisteeth,hishandsbunchedinthepocketsofhisfrayedjacket.

           `YoukilledArmitage,’Casesaid.

           `Corto.Yeah.Armitagewasalreadygone.Haddadoit.Iknow,Iknow,youwannagettheenzyme.Okay.Nosweat.IwastheonegaveittoArmitageinthefirstplace.ImeanItoldhimwhattouse.ButIthinkmaybeit’sbettertoletthedealstand.Yougotenoughtime.I’llgiveittoyou.Onlyacouplahoursnow,right?’

           CasewatchedbluesmokebillowincyberspaceastheFinnlituponeofhisPartagas.

           `Youguys,’theFinnsaid,`you’reapain.TheFlatlinehere,ifyouwerealllikehim,itwouldberealsimple.He’saconstruct,justabunchaROM,sohealwaysdoeswhatIexpecthimto.Myprojectionssaidtherewasn’tmuchchanceofMollywanderinginonAshpool’sbigexitscene,giveyouoneexample.’Hesighed.

           `Why’dhekillhimself?’Caseasked.

           `Why’sanybodykillhimself?’Thefigureshrugged.`IguessIknow,ifanybodydoes,butitwouldtakemetwelvehourstoexplainthevariousfactorsinhishistoryandhowtheyinterrelate.Hewasreadytodoitforalongtime,buthekeptgoingbackintothefreezer.