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Chapter 4
Andflippedintotheagonyofbrokenbone.Mollywasbracedagainsttheblankgraywallofalongcorridor,herbreathcomingraggedanduneven.Casewasbackinthematrixinstantly,awhite-hotlineofpainfadinginhisleftthigh.
`What’shappening,Brood?’heaskedthelinkman.
`Idunno,Cutter.Mother’snottalking.Wait.’
Case’sprogramwascycling.Asinglehair-finethreadofcrimsonneonextendedfromthecenteroftherestoredwindowtotheshiftingoutlineofhisicebreaker.Hedidn’thavetimetowait.Takingadeepbreath,heflippedagain.
Mollytookasinglestep,tryingtosupportherweightonthecorridorwall.Intheloft,Casegroaned.Thesecondsteptookheroveranoutstretchedarm.Uniformsleevebrightwithfreshblood.Glimpseofashatteredfiberglassshockstave.Hervisionseemedtohavenarrowedtoatunnel.Withthethirdstep,Casescreamedandfoundhimselfbackinthematrix.
`Brood?Boston,baby...’Hervoicetightwithpain.Shecoughed.`Littleproblemwiththenatives.Thinkoneofthembrokemyleg.’
`Whatyouneednow,CatMother?’Thelinkman’svoicewasindistinct,nearlylostbehindstatic.
Caseforcedhimselftoflipback.Shewasleaningagainstthewall,takingallofherweightonherrightleg.Shefumbledthroughthecontentsofthesuit’skangaroopocketandwithdrewasheetofplasticstuddedwitharainbowofdermadisks.
