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Burning Bright
"You’llstinklikeabobcat,butthat’sallright,"saidGranger.
"Youknowmyname,"saidMontag.
GrangernoddedtoaportablebatteryTVsetbythefire.
"We’vewatchedthechase. Figuredyou’dwindupsouthalongtheriver. Whenweheardyouplungingaroundoutintheforestlikeadrunkenelk, wedidn’thideasweusuallydo. Wefiguredyouwereintheriver,whenthehelicoptercamerasswungbackinoverthecity. Somethingfunnythere. Thechaseisstillrunning.Theotherway,though."
"Theotherway?"
"Let’shavealook."
Grangersnappedtheportablevieweron. Thepicturewasanightmare,condensed, easilypassedfromhandtohand,intheforest,allwhirringcolourandflight. Avoicecried:
"Thechasecontinuesnorthinthecity! PolicehelicoptersareconvergingonAvenue87andElmGrovePark!"
Grangernodded. "They’refaking.Youthrewthemoffattheriver. Theycan’tadmitit. Theyknowtheycanholdtheiraudienceonlysolong. Theshow’sgottohaveasnapending,quick!Iftheystartedsearchingthewholedamnriveritmighttakeallnight. Sothey’resniffingforascape-goattoendthingswithabang.Watch. They’llcatchMontaginthenextfiveminutes!"
"Buthow—"
"Watch."
