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trouble landing him."

"Piece of cake," Celeste said. Her eyes glowed with satisfaction. But not just
satisfaction -- pity stared back at Sarah, and scorn. Sarah searched Celeste's
face for the kind, empathic person who had worked so hard at opening her up . .
. worked so hard . . . .

Sarah hugged herself to ward off the sudden chill. Of course it was work.
Celeste needed all the information she could get so that she could kill Richard.
Kill him. Ice filled the void in Sarah's heart as the reality of it hit her. Not
some fantasy, some childish revenge-- dead. And there would be no putting
Richard back together, no calling around to replace him.

Driven by the excitement and the fear, she had lost sight of the goal, had only
paid it lip service. As she had with her research . . . .

"When will the skin be ready?" Jason said.

Sarah stared at him blankly, then shook herself. "Two weeks."

"Do you have any further need of Celeste?"

"No. I don't think so."

Celeste smiled at her, a smile tinged with scorn. "Well, Dr. Huron, if that's
the case," she said, and turned to leave the room. She paused at the door. "Let
me know when you need me for the final graft, Jason."

The door thumped shut. Sarah robbed her arms.

"We managed to get some information from the lab tech," Jason said. Numb, Sarah
nodded.

"Oh, and MediChem is delighted with your progress. I understand the company is
going to budget more money for your research. That should give you something to
think about. Time for another trip to Thieves' Point, ch, Sarah?"

She stared at him. He crouched before the aquarium, a smirk tainting his lips.
Celeste wasn't the only one who had worked hard to reach her.

The mirage solidifies into a man. Sarah watches him for a while, then removes
her shirt and her hat. Her body flushes with the unfiltered heat, her bikini top
damp with perspiration. She dips her hand in the tide pool, hoping the cold
water bubbling over her wrists will cool her. The sea anemone reopens at the
disturbance of the water.

Sarah worked on the skin. When it came time for the graft, she spread the gel
over Celeste's body, set the sensors, then helped Celeste into the flotation
tank. After injecting the cultures into the gel, Sarah sat down to watch the
monitors.