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A clear plastic bag

Bryn gasped and stepped back fro slipped neatly over the man’s head, and was cinched in place with a deft twist of the guard’s wrist

"No …"

She saw it froht the man’s panicked eyes widen under the fil, and frorave; vu Panic roared up inside her, flattening her defenses She pressed both hands against the glass, trying desperately to help hionized terror that drove him to suck in all the available air and compress the plastic around his skin

She knew the taste of that toxic panic, and how it felt to gasp for the last tiny bit of oxygen To watch the diffused light go out

It hurt--oh, God, it hurt--and it seeled, twitched, thrashed, and fought against death

No one helped hiuards didn’tfor her word When she finally nodded, the bag ca the dead man’s damp, stark face, eyes wide and bloodshot, lips blue A trickle of blood caue in his panic

The guards left, taking the bag with them, and took up posts outside the rooowned and en and all the things necessary to saving a life

Not that there was a life to be saved Not anyave him the shot of Returné

The screalass to Bryn’s death cell She watched hier, and then, then, Irene Harte finally turned and looked at her

She triggered some kind of interco to say"

"You have a funny way of retraining people around here"

Irene Harte laughed--a real laugh, full of awe cannot have, from this moment on, is any hint of disloyalty We can’t take any risk of harboring traitors and whistle-blowers Like, I suspect, Patrick McCallister"

"You’re killing your own people!"

"I’ they’ll never betray us," Harte said "Fro could revive andback It isn’t about ato have it So is e the entire world Wars will be fought Whole civilizations will be destroyed, because right here, in these roo that low in her face now, an alious ecstasy that Bryn found scarier by far than the corporate bullshit she’d seen before

"As long as Pharets out, we have a chance to e rational To dispense revival to the people who canto do Choose who lives on, and ensure their loyalty"

God Harte alomaniac’s point of view If one power--say, Phar, they could pick and choose the movers and shakers in all areas: politicians, bankers, technologists, the capitalist and political royalty of the entire world They couldthe entire gaht about soot out uncontrolled into the world, it would cause chaos-- every grieving parent screa for his or her children to cohter Politicians would tilt revivals in their political favor Armies would become indestructible

It was a vision of a future in which everybody died, and everyone lived, and nobody really survived No matter how it played out

"Pharmadene can still control all this," Harte said Her voice had gone soft now, and very sure "We will control it First in our own house; then we broaden our goals to include political and financial leaders i with our top ranks today We’ll work our way down through the corporate structure and have everyone on board in the next few days"

The , but he eeping, a desolate and lonely sound Irene Hartein here," Bryn said Harte hesitated, smiled, and shook her head as she flipped the switch Bryn hit the glass "Hey! I’ to stop you!"