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Singh glanced at Overstreet

“Not one of the people involved in the bo, Governor,” Overstreet said “Petty theft from a merchant”

“A military tribunal has been formed, and the cases will be adjudicated proh replied “Is that all?” It couldn’t be, or Overstreet wouldn’t have brought theto let the Belter do some of the work here

“All that shit you said, about we help you, you help us? That just the merde or what?”

“It’s the truth,” Singh said, feeling a glihost of a smile on his lips “Are you here to help me?”

“Let , no threat to you Let her go, I know so, lu, and I know the coyo behind, yeah? Deep in with Voltaire Collective, me”

“You’re in contact with the forces behind the bo?”

“Maybe,” the broken-nosed h to stretch across his fear “If there’s enough in it You tell it to me”

Singh paused for athe silence stretch A network of locals loyal to hiether so well

“I think you and I are about to becoh said

Chapter Thirty-One: Drummer

Sleep and Drummer had developed an uncomfortable relationship Its worst aspect was the time it left her to read the public comment boards and newsfeeds

THIS SENSE OF PURPOSE IS EXACTLY WHAT MARS LOST WHEN THE GATES OPENED THIS ISN’T AN INVASION AT ALL IT’S TH

E RETURN OF THE REAL MARTIAN SPIRIT TO ITS PROPER PLACE, AND I AM HAPPY—FUCK, DELIGHTED—THAT I HAVE LIVED LONG ENOUGH TO SEE IT

The way it played out was predictable During her days, she felt like People’s Ho too fast on its axis Only it wasn’t just her body that was getting spun Herherself with a bad lag, like driving a e of its range Meetings with the union board, with the EMC admiralty, with her own staff Interviews and speeches in which she declared the independence of the union She got through all of the All she wanted to do from the start of her shift to the last moment before bed was close her eyes