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. "Captain Marcy, is there anyone in your
organization-or anywhere in Hong Kong Luna-who might be interested in the fact
that bandits attacked a public bus serving your city, only a few klicks outside
your city pressure? And is there anyone who can receive the dead and wounded
when we arrive with them? And who won't care who drives this bus? And doesn't
find it incredible dial a man could have had a foot amputated years back?"
"Why didn't you say so?"
"God damn it. Captain, it was none of your bloody business!"
There was silence for several seconds. Then Captain Marcy said quietly,
"Perhaps you're right. Midnight, I'm going to patch you through to Major Bozell.
He's a wholesaler by trade but he also commands our Vigilante Volunteers and
that's why you should talk to him. Just hang on."
I waited and watched Owen's driving. When we started, her handling had been
a bit rough, just as anyone's will be in getting acquainted with a strange
machine. Now her driving was smooth, if not as dashing as Auntie's driving.
"Bozell here. Do you read?"
I replied... and almost at once ran into a nightmare feeling of deja vu, as
he interrupted with: "There are no bandits in that area."
I sighed. "If you say so. Major. But there are nine corpses and an
abandoned rolligon in that area. Perhaps someone would be interested in
searching those bodies, salvaging their p-suits and weapons, and in claiming
that abandoned rolligon
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