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too. "Down," he said to Elaine, and dropped, landing on the kid.

"Leave them," the Series A man said. "We aren't insured --"

He helped the kid to his feet, then Stinky. In the clearing, the S├╗ret├й had
surrounded the girl. Her hands were up, glistening with blood. One turned
towards them and shouted something in French, raising his (her? hard to tell
with the martian armor) sidearm. Lee-Daniel froze, and then a red dot appeared
on the SQ's leg, travelling up to his (her?) crotch. One of the other SQs
pointed and the SQ with the gun looked down, then dropped his (her?) arm and
leapt back.

Elaine jumped down, holding her laserpointer in her hand.

"Run!" Lee-Daniel said, shoving at the two surveyors, then taking off. A
hundred yards downslope, he heard two screams and a sickening double thud. He
stopped, looked downslope, then ran back up. Elaine's crew was at the bottom
of a tiger pit. The kid was crying and holding his arm at an unnatural angle.
Stinky appeared to have landed on his belly, and when he looked up, his face
was a mask of blood. They were both making a lot of noise, but not so much
that Lee-Daniel didn't hear the crunch of boots coming down the trail a moment
before a light hit him. He turned and ran blindly in the moonlight, whacking
into tree trunks, tripping.

The bus was crowded with CogRads and he vaulted up the steps and slammed into
the driver's seat, authenticating on the palm- reader and putting the bus
through its warm-up/lock-down urban defense checklist. He was vaguely aware of
more bodies coming in, then he slammed the door-close button as the shutters
unrolled over the windows.

Outside, Warriors ran to and fro, carrying radios. His clipboard throbbed with
traffic analysis.

They were already 20 miles off from the rez when he told Elaine that Stinky
and the kid never got on the bus.

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The Series A and Series B men were huddled together out front of the
roadhouse, along with MacDiarmid.

"That's some scene, huh, boss?" Lee-Daniel remarked as he stepped into the
cool night, sucking up the fresh air and the moonlight.

"Maniacs," the Series A man said. "Out of control."

"Just road-crazies. Like when they thought they all had West Nile. They get
worked up. Egomaniacs and social retards." He was speaking in the grudging
half-sentences that Cobra had preferred. Talking like that made him feel crazy
and brave and alien. "They're OK," he said. "They're OK now."