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Weapons bristled from pockets and holsters on the Enforcers' body armor; tough helmets with laser-proof black visors covered their faces. In the mercifully brief four weeks Frampton had been assigned to him, Jones had never seen his partner's face, yet somehow he imagined it would wear a 5 [email protected] Resurrection, Inc. by Kevin J. Anderson stupid boyish grin, maybe some scattered pimples, maybe curly hair. Frampton seemed to think all this was fun, a game. It didn't matter, though--they weren't friends, nor would they ever be. Other Enforcers had a real camaraderie, a team spirit. But this would be Jones's last night patrol anyway. "Think I should put out the candles?" Frampton asked. Jones moved away from the hovercar, shaking off his revulsion of the pentagram, the blood sacrifice. "No, I'll do it. You see to his ID." Frampton retrieved some equipment from the hovercar while Jones stepped forward, methodically squashing each of distance, through gaps between the massive squarish buildings, he could see the running lights of another patrol car moving in its sweep pattern. Frampton made a lot of unnecessary noise as he carelessly tumbled equipment onto the flagstones within the pentagram. He picked up one of the scanner-plates and pushed it flat against the dead man's palm. The optical detectors mapped the swirls and rivulets of the man's fingerprints, searching for a match in the city's vast computer network. "Nothing on The Net about him." Frampton double checked, but came up with the same answer again. "Figures," Jones said. "Ever wonder how the neo-Satanists manage to get people who aren't even in the databases, every time? Weird." Frampton sounded breathless. He was always trying to make conversation. Always. 6 Purchase to remove nag lines Resurrection, Inc. by Kevin J. Anderson Jones turned an expressionless black visor at his partner |
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