Видоизмененный углерод

Prologue

           Thehurryingstropofrotorbladesonthefabricofthenight.

           Istubbedoutthecigarette,mildlyunimpressedwithmyself,andwentthroughtothebedroom.Sarahwassleeping,anassemblyoflow-frequencysinecurvesbeneaththesinglesheet.Aravensweepofhaircoveredherfaceandonelong-fingeredhandtrailedoverthesideofthebed.AsIstoodlookingatherthenightoutsidesplit.OneofHarlan’sWorld’sorbitalguardianstest-firingintotheReach.Thunderfromtheconcussedskyrolledintorattlethewindows.Thewomaninthebedstirredandsweptthehairoutofhereyes.Theliquidcrystalgazefoundmeandlockedon.

           "What’reyoulookingat?"voicehuskywiththeresidueofsleep.

           Ismiledalittle.

           "Don’tgivemethatshit.Tellmewhatyou’relookingat."

           "Justlooking.It’stimetogo."

           Sheliftedherheadandpickedupthesoundofthehelicopter.Thesleepslidawayfromherfaceandshesatupinbed.

           "Where’sthe‘ware?"

           ItwasaCorpsjoke.Ismiled,thewayyoudowhenyouseeanoldfriend,andpointedtothecaseinthecorneroftheroom.

           "Getmygunforme."

           "Yesma’am.Blackorgreen?"

           "Black.Itrustthesescumbagsaboutasfarasaclingfilmcondom."

           Inthekitchen,Iloadeduptheshardpistol,castaglanceatmyownweaponandleftitlyingthere.Instead,IscoopeduponeoftheHgrenadesandtookitbackinmyotherhand.IpausedinthedoorwaytothebedroomandweighedthetwopiecesofhardwareineachpalmasifIwastryingtodecidewhichwastheheavier."

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