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." Bosk was defensive. "We were looking out for our own interests."
"Sagan has the bomb, blackmails the government. Ohme has the negative wave device, blackmails Sagan."
"It was an ingenious idea. You gotta admit that."
"All predicated on the fact that Sagan was specially genetically designed. One of the Blood Royal. The device would kill him and him alone, even in a crowd. Yes, a truly remarkable concept. If it worked .... "
Bosk snorted. "It worked, all right."
"Ohme tested it?" The stranger appeared surprised, intrigued. "We weren't aware that he'd built a working model."
Bosk opened his mouth, suddenly closed it again. He shrugged, surly now, and deciding to be uncooperative. Who was this bastard? Coming here with all his damn stupid questions. And hoTM the hell did he know so much? What was going on?
Standing up, a bit unsteadily, Bosk stalked over, grabbed the bottle, stalked back, and poured himself a drink. He flopped down in the chair, reached for the remote, turned on the vid. James M. Warden was resurrected. He was still interviewing His Majesty the King. Her Majesty the Queen had joined them.
The mental hand that had been tugging at Bosk's brain gave him a sudden sharp jab that made him flinch, literally. He saw it all now. Everything became suddenly clear, as clear as it could be through a liquor-soaked haze.
You juice-head, he swore at himself
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