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quickly to bottle Lang up and seal him off. Quite probably, Lang hadn't even
the vaguest idea why.
Isle was unshaken, reversing field and pressing her back into the
darkness. Just then two patrolling infantry went by across the plaza and one
almost idly shone his light into it, picking out Isle and Minmei.
Isle turned with iron calm and led her back the way they had come, but
by then there was a sound of pursuit: sirens and Hoverbikes and jeeps, tracked
vehicles, yelling and crackling static on portable comsets.
A searchlight stabbed down from somewhere high overhead, and then
several more lit the area. Isle pressed himself and Minmei up against a wall
when one ranged close; then it moved on.
But, with a blaring of engines, a Hovertank pulled to a squealing stop
at the far end of a back street, right in then-path. Two squads of infantry
rushed to block the opposite end, trapping the two between rows of blank
buildings.
Isle pushed Minmei against a wall and produced a huge magnum machine
pistol, the kind she had heard the soldiers call Badgers; non-Robotech, but
murderously effective.
REF troopers were closing in from both sides, men and women alike.
Probably, a lot of them were people who had listened to her songs at the
service club. Minmei put her hand on the barrel of the Badger and pressed it
down toward the ground. It didn't move.
"I can get you away from here." Still that flat, tinny sound from Isle's
helmet speaker. "Minmei, I can save you." It sounded like he was offering
redemption.
She was shaking her head. "By killing people? If you do, then god damn
you! Because if one more person dies because of me, I'll kill myself."
She said that last sentence showing her teeth to him, then turned as the
spotlights were being lugged into place at the nearer end of the street.
Minmei walked toward them as they converged. She had her hands out like a
penitent saint.
"Hold your fire! We'll surrender! But I want you to let this man go
free, here where I can see it! If you don't release him, you won't have either
of us alive!"
She swooned a bit, leaning against a hard evercrete wall, and an
indeterminate time passed. There were people around her, flashlight and
handspot beams on her, people trying to peel her eyelid back as she screamed
and spit and fought and slapped them away, bit at them, and shrieked the most
obscene things she could think of.
 Then she calmed down. "Let him go," she wept. "Let him go."
Then that most reviled of all voices was near her, Edwards's. "Let who
go? Who was here, Minmei? Who kidnapped you?"
Edwards was still some distance from her-his weren't the restraining
hands gripping her. She gulped air and blinked away her tears and saw that
Edwards's troops had secured the area, but Isle wasn't there. He was nowhere
to be seen.
She looked to the blank evercrete wall where she had last seen him.
Maybe there were slight punctures in it; the light was too dim to tell,
especially with men and women holding her down. But anyway, there was only one
person she could think of who could-