It always did. When the first blasts of the enemy’s zeroed-in batteries met the combined rays of Qarlo’s ownguns, also pinpointed, they met at a point that should by all rights have been empty. It was a Friday night. One moment I was snug in the privacy of my own head, and the next I was over there insomeone else’ s landscape.
She said his name is Louis—” “Luis,” I corrected her. It had to happen quickly, or it would not happen at all. It is Flint swimming up out of unconsciousness. But that would have been non-Agency.
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