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. "Is Knight Officer Fuqua still inside the Ohme estate?" "Yes, sir. But according to his latest report, his unit is due to transfer out anytime now. He'll have to leave with the unit, of course."
The driver nodded. "He has served his purpose. I doubt if we could learn anything more from him. We will proceed to Laskar."
Arriving at the intersection, the hovercar turned left.
Laskar was not a planned community. Its streets had not been laid out according to any grand design. Rather, its buildings had sprung up like fungus, sprouting wherever the spores happened to fall. Buildings rarely faced each other, or fronted a street, but stood sideways to one another, like two hookers working the same block, who pretend to ignore each other yet keep a watchful eye on the competition. Consequently, the streets had been laid out around the buildings, which resulted in a great many serpentine roads, innumerable alleys, dead ends (aptly named), cul-de-sacs, and streets that had started out going somewhere only to end up lost and confused in the center of a very bad nowhere.
The four men were driving to one of the worst nowheres in Laskar.
Which was why there were four of them. And the needleguns.
The navigator guided them unerringly through the maze of gambling dens, liquor bars, drug-bars, cyber-bars, bloodbars. They drove past the live sex, semi-live sex, semiconscious sex joints
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