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'
Knows
we
’
re
here
,
’
the
Flatline
observed
.
Case
punched
again
,
once
;
they
jumped
forward
by
a
single
grid
point
.
A
stippled
gray
circle
formed
on
the
face
of
the
cube
.
'
Dixie
.
.
.
’
'
Back
off
,
fast
.
’
The
gray
area
bulged
smoothly
,
became
a
sphere
,
and
detached
itself
from
the
cube
.
Case
felt
the
edge
of
the
deck
sting
his
palm
as
he
slapped
MAX
REVERSE
.
The
matrix
blurred
backward
;
they
plunged
down
a
twilit
shaft
of
Swiss
banks
.
He
looked
up
.
The
sphere
was
darker
now
,
gaining
on
him
.
Falling
.
'
Jack
out
,
’
the
Flatline
said
.
The
dark
came
down
like
a
hammer
.
Cold
steel
odor
and
ice
caressed
his
spine
.
