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The blood was still warm. Ba
“Yes, High Magus.”
She datavised the headquarters network processor, and instructed it to review the security systems. Nobody had left the building within the last hour. “I want every door guarded by a team of five acolytes. You can issue the hand weapons, chemical projectiles only.”
The senior acolytes hurried to obey. When she stood up, Ba
This is a very elaborate death,ba
It wouldn’t be difficult for Dexter,western europe replied. From what we’ve seen so far he can circumvent all your electronics. I’d suggest he’s starting a war of nerves. If he’s as fixated on you as we believe, then a quick death will hardly suffice.
I expect you’re right.
Cheer up, it confirms that he’s still in Edmonton. And if Tilkea was killed only half an hour ago, he can’t have left yet. I’ll have the vac-trains shut down immediately.
If Dexter can make himself invisible, he’s probably still inside this temple right now.ba
You could make him happy. Scream, faint; that kind of thing.
I’ll consider it for the future.
Perhaps you ought to trigger your gender cycle early,western Europe suggested. Shift into a man.
I fail to see the relevance.
A male’s aggression would probably be a more appropriate response to this situation. Dexter is a raging psychotic, after all.
Ba
Charmed, I’m sure. Well if you don’t want to do that, is there anything else you need?
I can’t think of anything. This place is so heavily booby trapped I’m more worried about one of these bumpkin acolytes setting off a charge than I am an invasion of possessed.
Very well.
Are you watching the other sects?
Yes. North America and I have them all covered. Eight of Edmonton’s chapels have been taken over by possessed. It’s only a matter of time until the remainder follow. Qui
I haven’t noticed any reduction in services.
Because there haven’t been any. Not yet. But the margins are being cut; which raises an considerable question mark over Dexter’s ultimate goal. However, it’s proved an interesting footprint for us. There have been similar acts in Paris and Bombay.
You think that’s where he’s been?
Yes. I’m investigating Paris myself, of course. The East Asian supervisor is giving the Bombay sect his personal attention.
Your observers here should keep watch for Courtney and Billy-Joe.ba
Thank you. We’ll keep an eye out.
The program’s visualization took the form of a three dimensional spider web that filled the entire universe. Strands were all primary colours, crossing and recrossing against each other, a weave that stretched away to an infinity where they blurred into null-grey uniformity. Louise’s mind hung in the centre, looking in every direction at once.
What her neural nanonics were showing her was Earth’s communication net. Or at least, part of London’s informational structure. Then again, it might have been just the Ritz’s internal house network. She wasn’t entirely sure, only that this was what surrounded her room’s net processor . . . when she ran this particular symbology protocol, anyway. There were some interpretations which were like cybernetic coral, others that had cartoon roads, looping gas-giant rings, even one that was an intertexture of glowing liquids. But this, she felt, was the most real.
Information taxis were flooding back towards her, silent sparkles of light riding the strands down to the centre, condensing around her like a new galaxy. A response to the latest questor she’d fired into the digital aether; the fiftieth variant on that one basic inquiry: find a co
The information taxis loaded their passenger files into the analysis program she was ru
Genevieve was sitting at the room’s desk, ru
“Yep.” Louise leaned over the side of the bed, and hunted round for her shoes. “Not a single file entry, not that combines them.”
“You’ve just got to keep asking.” Genevieve indicated the pile of flek cases on the desk. “Computers aren’t smart, just fast. Garbage in, garbage out.”
“Is that so?” Louise wasn’t going to quibble about Gen’s new-found interest of boning up on educational texts. It was better than games. Trouble was, the knowledge was superficial.
Like mine.
“I don’t know enough,” she confessed. “Even with the program tutors to help me format the questor.” It wasn’t just her inability to get a lead on Ba
She was back. Andy Behoo sighed helplessly as soon as he saw her walk in. The magic was only slightly soiled by Genevieve trailing after her. This time he didn’t even bother to say anything to the customer he was serving before he abandoned them. Louise was standing in the middle of the shop, looking round with that same slightly befuddled expression as the first time. She smiled lightly when she saw him approaching (not too fast, don’t run—you’ll look pathetic).
“Back for some more?” he asked. God, what a stupid thing to say. Why not just yell out: I don’t have a life.