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you?’
    She shook her head mutely, staring at the floor.
    Jennifer. That was her name. She told me as we walked out into the sweltering night. Lecherous grins and Karran’s thumbs-up at our backs.
    It was drizzling, the minute droplets evaporating almost as soon as they hit the pavement. Warm mist sparkled in the hologram adverts which formed rainbow arches over the road. A team of servitor chimps were out cleaning the street, glossy gold pelts darkened by the drizzle.
    I walked Jennifer down to the riverfront where we’d parked our vehicles. The arena roadies had been cool after the bout, but none of us were gonna risk staying in Dicko’s yard overnight.
    Jennifer wiped her hands along her bare arms. I draped my leather jacket over her shoulders, and she clutched it gratefully across her chest.
    ‘I’d say keep it,’ I told her. ‘Except I don’t think he’d approve.’ The studs said Sonnie’s Predators bold across the back.
    Her lips ghosted a smile. ‘Yes. He buys my clothes. He doesn’t like me in anything which isn’t feminine.’
    ‘Thought of leaving him?’
    ‘Sometimes. All the time. But it would only be the face which changed. I am what I am. He’s not too bad. Except tonight, and he’ll be over that by morning.’
    ‘You could come with us.’ And I could just see me squaring that with the others.
    She stopped walking and looked wistfully out over the black river. The M500 stood high above it, a curving ribbon of steel resting on a line of slender buttressed pedestals that sprouted from the centre of the muddy bed. Headlights and brakelights from the traffic formed a permanent pink corona across it, a slipstream of light that blew straight out of the city.
    ‘I’m not like you,’ Jennifer said. ‘I envy you, respect you. I’m even a little frightened of you. But I’ll never be like you.’ She smiled slowly. The first real one I’d seen on that face. ‘Tonight will be enough.’
    I understood. It hadn’t been an accident her turning up at the pub. A single act of defiance. One he would never know about. But that didn’t make it any less valid.
    I opened the small door at the rear of the twenty-wheeler, and led her inside. Khanivore’s life-support pod glowed a moonlight silver in the gloom, ancillary modules making soft gurgling sounds. All the cabinets and machinery clusters were monochrome as we threaded our way past. The tiny office on the other side was quieter. Standby LEDs on the computer terminals shone weakly, illuminating the fold-out sofa opposite the desks.
    Jennifer stood in the middle of the aisle, and slipped the jacket off her shoulders. Her hands traced a gentle questing line up my ribcage, over my breasts, onto my neck, rising further. She had cool fingertips, long fuchsia nails. Her palms came to rest on my cheeks, fingers splayed between earlobes and forehead.
    ‘You made Dicko so very angry,’ she murmured huskily.
    Her breath was warm and soft on my lips.
    Pain exploded into my skull.
    *
    My military-grade retinas flicked to low-light mode, banishing shadows as we trooped past the beast’s life-support pod in the back of the lorry. The world became a sketch of blue and grey, outlines sharp. I was in a technophile’s chapel, floor laced with kilometres of wire and tubing, walls of machinery with little LEDs glowing. Sonnie’s breath was quickening when we reached the small compartment at the far end. Randy bitch. Probably where she brought all her one-nighters.
    I chucked the jacket and reached for her. She looked like she was on the first night of her honeymoon.
    Hands in place, tensed against her temples, and I said: ‘You made Dicko so very angry.’ Then I let her have it. Every fingertip sprouted a five-centimetre spike of titanium, punched out by a magpulse. They skewered straight through her skull to penetrate the brain inside.
    Sonnie convulsed, tongue protruding, features briefly animated with horrified incomprehension. I jerked my hands away, the