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           Behindthem,thecartsizzledandshotbluesparksfromalouveredpanel.ThesparksstruckthecarpetbeneaththecartandCasesmelledscorchedwool.

           `Thisth’way,mon?’Maelcumeyedthedoorandsnappedtheshotgun’ssafety.

           `Hey,’Casesaid,moretohimselfthantoMaelcum,`youthinkIknow?’TheBraunrotateditssphericalbodyandtheLEDstrobed.

           `Itwan’youopendoor,’Maelcumsaid,nodding.

           Casesteppedforwardandtriedtheornatebrassknob.Therewasabrassplatemountedonthedoorateyelevel,sooldthattheletteringthathadoncebeenengravedtherehadbeenreducedtoaspidery,unreadablecode,thenameofsomelongdeadfunctionorfunctionary,polishedintooblivion.HewonderedvaguelyifTessier-AshpoolhadselectedeachpieceofStraylightindividually,orifthey’dpurchaseditinbulkfromsomevastEuropeanequivalentofMetroHolografix.Thedoor’shingescreakedplaintivelyasheedgeditopen,MaelcumsteppingpasthimwiththeRemingtonthrustforwardfromhiship.

           `Books,’Maelcumsaid.

           Thelibrary,thewhitesteelshelveswiththeirlabels.

           `Iknowwhereweare,’Casesaid.Helookedbackattheservicecart.Acurlofsmokewasrisingfromthecarpet.`Socomeon,’hesaid.`Cart.Cart?’Itremainedstationary.TheBraunwaspluckingatthelegofhisjeans,nippingathisankle.Heresistedastrongurgetokickit.