Видоизмененный углерод

Chapter 8

           Itwasasifconversationwasaskillhe’dforgotten."Youmovelikeanartist."

           "Nearmiss.It’smilitaryneurachem."

           Hegotitthen,buttheshockdidn’tseemtogobeyondabriefflickerinhiseyes.Helookedmeupanddownslowly,thenturnedbacktothesea.

           "Youcomelookingforme?YoufromBancroft?"

           "Youmightsaythat."

           Hemoistenedhislips."Cometokillme?"

           Itookthehardcopyoutofmypocketandhandeditacrosstohim."Cometoaskyousomequestions.Didyoutransmitthis?"

           Hereadit,lipsmovingwordlessly.Insidemyhead,Icouldhearthewordshewastastingagain:fortakingmydaughterfrommewillburnthefleshfromyourheadwillneverknowthehourorthedaynowheresafeinthislifeItwasn’thighlyoriginal,butitwasheartfeltandarticulateinawaythatwasmoreworryingthananyofthevitriolPrescotthadshownmeontheRabid&Ramblingstack.ItalsospecifiedexactlythedeathBancrofthadsuffered.TheparticleblasterwouldhavecharredtheoutsideofBancroft’sskulltoacrispbeforeexplodingthesuperheatedcontentsacrosstheroom.

           "Yes,that’smine,"Elliottsaidquietly.

           "You’reawarethatsomeoneassassinatedLaurensBancroftlastmonth."

           Hehandedmebackthepaper."Thatso?ThewayIheardit,thebastardtorchedhisownheadoff.

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