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           `Willyoudistractmewithyourhologramsnow?’

           Rivierawasbackingaway,intothedarkbeyondthepool.Hebrushedagainstawhitechair;itsfeetrattledonthetile.Hideo’sarrowtwitched.

           Rivierabrokeandran,throwinghimselfoveralow,jaggedlengthofwall.Theninja’sfacewasrapt,suffusedwithaquietecstasy.

           Smiling,hepaddedoffintotheshadowsbeyondthewall,hisweaponheldready.

           `Jane-lady,’Maelcumwhispered,andCaseturned,toseehimscooptheshotgunfromthetiles,bloodspatteringthewhiteceramic.Heshookhislocksandlaythefatbarrelinthecrookofhiswoundedarm.`Thistakeyourheadoff,noBabylondoctorfixit.’

           3JanestaredattheRemington.Mollyfreedherarmsfromthefoldsofthestripedblanket,raisingtheblackspherethatencasedherhands.`Off,’shesaid,`getitoff.’

           Caserosefromthetiles,shookhimself.`Hideo’llgethim,evenblind?’heasked3Jane.

           `WhenIwasachild,’shesaid,`welovedtoblindfoldhim.Heputarrowsthroughthepipsinplayingcardsattenmeters.’

           `Peter’sgoodasdeadanyway,’Mollysaid.`Inanothertwelvehours,he’llstarttofreezeup.Won’tbeabletomove,hiseyesisall.’

           `Why?’Caseturnedtoher.

           `Ipoisonedhisshitforhim,’shesaid.`Condition’slikeParkinson’sdisease,sortof.’

           3Janenodded.`Yes.