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“What a kidder” Feeney’s head disappeared again

Eve exchanged a long, sober study with Roarke “Good , Lieutenant”

“You’re not here,” she said as she walked past hiot, Feeney?”

“Got a lot of options on this baby,” he began, and popped up again to settle in the molded chair of the console “Lotsa doodads, and they are i deep to find, under layers of some pretty hunky security, is the honey”

He ran his hands over the console again, stroking fingers over the sner would have uys under er at her “It’s not just formulas and boards Creativity turns the corner into an open field This guy’s walked that field He fucking owns it And this is what he’d call his crowning glory”

He offered the logbook, knowing she’d scowl over the codes and components “So?”

“It took soet down to that He had it locked under his private pass, his voice pattern, his palm print Some layers of fail safe, too Nearly blew ourselves up about an hour ago, right, Roarke?”

Roarke rose and tucked his hands in his pockets “I never doubted you for an instant, Captain”

“Like hell” In tune with hisyour prayers, boyo, I was saying mine Still, I can’t think of many others I’d be pleased to be blown to hell with”

“The feeling’s nearly mutual”

“If you two have finished your littledance, would you care to explain what the hell I’ at here?”

“It’s a scanner The ”

“Testing?”

It was a procedure every cop dreaded, and one every cop faced whenever they were forced to set their weapon on maximum for termination

“Even though every member of NYPSD’s brain pattern is on record, a scan’s taken during Testing Search for daht have contributed to the use of maximum force That scan’s compared with the last taken, then the subject is taken on a couple of VR rides that use the data downloaded from the scan Nasty business”