Cormac closed his eyes and took a slow breath. It annoyed him that he had lapsed into verbalization.

I wish to discuss this now.

There was no reply from the runcible AI.

* * *

The two analgesic patches slapped directly onto his carotid were enough to make the pain bearable, but Arian Pelter did not yet feel able to walk. He had been reluctant to use the patches, as the pain was clean, and it helped shut out his self-disgust. He’d begged . . . no, no, he’d only begged to give himself time. Yeah, that was it. With his legs against the parapet wall he felt his right eye fill with tears. Nothing in his left eye—he didn’t like to think about that. He shook his head, and then regretted it as fluid ran down over his face and neck. He lifted a hand to wipe the fluid away, then desisted. It was bad. He dared not touch it. Perhaps this was what he deserved for such weakness. He closed his working eye and thought about his sister. It was easier to be angry at her, to have that anger displace any other emotions. Why the fuck had he let her persuade him? Why had he so seriously underestimated this dealer character? He looked at the comunit he’d placed on the low wall. It was fizzing, as it had done since those last fateful words.

‘We got him Arian! We’re gonna take him down!’

The flash . . . that flash in the sky the moment the comunit had beeped and started fizzing. It had to have been a satellite laser. OK, fine, that made the bastard ECS, but what kind of ECS Monitor had the pull to order a satellite strike? Pelter heard somebody approaching behind him. He locked his jaw against the pain, picked his pulse-rifle off the wall and turned with it held out one-handed. It was only Stanton, cradling his arm.

‘I thought you were boosted, John,’ said Pelter, his pulse-rifle still pointed at Stanton’s gut.

‘I’m sorry, Arian. He just went through me. He got away?’

Pelter saw the momentary expression of horror on Stanton’s face, though it was quickly shielded. He went on. ‘We know he wasn’t boosted, John. We scanned him. He had a little cerebral wiring left over from on old aug fitting, that was all.’

Stanton shook his head. He appeared tired and frightened, and he could not take his eyes from Pelter’s face. ‘He just went through me, Arian. He had to be ECS. Had to be.’

Arian thought about how easily he had been taken. The fucker had just walked right over like he was out for a casual stroll. He lowered his rifle to his side, clamped his mouth against the rising sickness inside him and pushed himself away from the wall. He was still unsteady, but he could stand.