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But that last shot convinces me that they were just killing off business
competitors before getting to their main purpose, hijacking the Hear Me.
My only regret is that I did not kill the fourth doughnut rider.
But these were afterthoughts. What we saw at the time was simply a dead
child. We straightened up from dealing with Auntie and looked around. Ekaterina
was sitting quietly, holding the body of her son. I had to look twice to realize
what had happened. But a p-suit does not hold a living child when the face plate
is burned away. I hopped toward her; Gwen reached her first. I stopped behind
Gwen; Lady Diana grabbed my sleeve, said something.
I touched my helmet to hers. "What did you say?"
"I told you to tell the driver to drive on! Can't you understand plain
English?"
I wish she had said it to Gwen; Gwen's replies are more imaginative than
mine and much more lyrical. All I could manage, tired as I was, was: "Oh, shut
up and sit down, you silly slitch." I did not wait for an answer.
Lady Dee went forward, where Bill kept her from disturbing Auntie. I didn't
see this, as just then, while I leaned forward to try to see what had happened
to the consort who had (I was still to learn) killed himself with his p-suit,
his co-husband attempted to recover that gun from me.
In the course of the tussle I grabbed his (broken) wrist
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