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for a long and silent moment. He wanted to act cold, wanted
to be gruff with the other Enforcer. It was too late to make
friends now--better just to keep up the act for one more
night. "How do you know they don't just alter the data on The
Net?"
Frampton considered this in silent amazement. "That
would be awfully sophisticated!"
"Don't you think this is sophisticated?" Jones jabbed a
hand at the body, the candles, the pentagram. "Enforcers
sweep this area every five minutes after curfew. You know
how strict it is, how closely patrolled--and the neo-Satanists
still managed to get him out on the street, draw the
pentagram, light the candles, and then vanish before we
could get here."
Only members of the Enforcers Guild were allowed on the
streets of the Bay Area Metroplex between midnight and
dawn. Jones didn't fully understand the actual reasons for the
curfew--he'd heard rumors of a war taking place somewhere,
but he had yet to see any signs of battle. Other, more
sensible people cited the occasional violent riots caused by
angry blue-collars who had been displaced from their jobs by
resurrected Servants.
Jones himself had participated in some of the mock street
battles staged by the Guild after dark. Nobody really got
hurt--the damage usually included no more than a few
blasted palm trees, a handful of scorched tile rooftops, and
plenty of noise in the streets. But it all sounded terrible and
dangerous enough to the general public huddled in their living

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quarters, that they would always feel grateful for the
protection the Guild offered. Besides, it gave all the Enforcers
something to do.
Earlier in the night, Jones and Frampton had captured a
chunky Asian man cowering under the overhang of a
darkened business complex. The man had been trying to
hide, not knowing where to go, as if he had a chance of
avoiding the Enforcer sweeps.
Frampton had pulled out two of his weapons and started
toward the unfortunate man, but Jones restrained his partner
and listened while the chunky man babbled an explanation.
He and his wife had argued, and he had stormed out of their
apartment, either forgetting about the curfew or not caring.
Now his wife wouldn't let him back in, and the man had been
trying to stay out of sight until dawn.