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"
I
cream
the
Sia
cunt
?
"
the
driver
wanted
to
know
.
I
tensed
myself
for
a
forward
leap
.
"
No
.
"
Kadmin
turned
in
his
seat
to
look
at
me
.
"
No
,
I
gave
Mr
.
Kovacs
my
word
.
I
believe
the
lieutenant
and
I
will
cross
paths
again
in
the
not
too
distant
future
.
"
"
Too
bad
for
you
,
"
I
told
him
unconvincingly
,
and
then
they
shot
me
with
the
stunner
.
When
I
woke
up
,
there
was
a
face
watching
me
from
close
up
.
The
features
were
vague
,
pale
and
blurred
,
like
some
kind
of
theatrical
mask
.
I
blinked
,
shivered
and
hauled
in
focus
.
The
face
drew
back
,
still
doll
-
like
in
its
lack
of
resolution
.
I
coughed
.
"
Hello
,
Carnage
.
"
The
crude
features
sketched
a
smile
.
"
Welcome
back
to
the
Panama
Rose
,
Mr
.
Kovacs
.
"
I
sat
up
shakily
on
a
narrow
metal
bunk
.
Carnage
stepped
back
to
give
me
space
,
or
just
to
stay
out
of
grabbing
range
.
Smeared
vision
gave
me
a
cramped
cabin
in
grey
steel
behind
him
.
I
swung
my
feet
to
the
floor
and
stopped
abruptly
.
The
nerves
in
my
arms
and
legs
were
still
jangling
from
the
stunbolt
and
there
was
a
sick
,
trembling
feeling
in
the
pit
of
my
stomach
.
All
things
considered
,
it
felt
like
the
results
of
a
very
dilute
beam
.
Or
maybe
a
series
.
I
glanced
down
at
myself
and
saw
that
I
was
dressed
in
a
heavy
canvas
gi
the
colour
of
quarried
granite
.
On
the
floor
beside
the
bunk
were
a
pair
of
matching
spacedeck
slippers
and
a
belt
.
I
began
to
get
an
unpleasant
inkling
of
what
Kadmin
had
planned
.
Behind
Carnage
,
the
door
of
the
cabin
opened
.
A
tall
,
blonde
woman
,
apparently
in
her
early
forties
,
stepped
in
,
followed
by
another
synthetic
,
this
one
smoothly
modern
-
looking
apart
from
a
gleaming
steel
direct
interface
tool
in
place
of
a
left
hand
.
Carnage
busied
himself
with
introductions
.
