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baaad boy!"
He recovered enough to stand, shakily, and look bewildered. "The Company! It
would have to be, but-why?"
"It seem you make lots of dem bigwigs scared with dat drug thing you got."
I got to say he really did look surprised. I'd have loved to have gotten more,
but the clock was tickin' and the bomb was under my feet. I gestured with the
pistol. " 'Nuff. Git on down the hole. You can 'splain it yo'self."
He looked a little cagey, and I got to admit I was feelin' a little good right
then at it bein' easier than most of the practices. I was right behind him, when
suddenly I got hit hard right on the head. It was so unexpected I took a tumble,
got tripped up by the leg chains, and fell. Vogel didn't waste no time; he was
on me in a second and just about tore that gun from my grip. I got up, still
feelin' dizzy and confused, and looked around. That damned muscle-headed Lavinia
had hit me over the head with the desk chair!
Vogel was back to himself now. "Not a move!" he cautioned me. "I never had to
get dressed one-handed before but I'll manage, and I'll blow your brains out if
you so much as twitch!"
I rolled over and looked at Lavinia. "You dumb nigger bitch!" I swore. I'd'a
killed her with my own hands then if I could. She looked so damned smug and
proud of herself.
"Don't blame her," Vogel said, not givin' me enough of an openin' to do
anything. He got shirt, pants, and boots on real slow and careful. "She doesn't
know who or what you are except that you were my enemy. You see, even though
we've just met, I'm the only one she's got."
I was mad both at her and at myself. Lavinia was bein' promoted from field to
house in the only life she knew. She'd said she could get used to perfume and
lipstick and comfortable beds, and she had no idea that there was any
alternative-nor had I time to explain to somebody like that the reality of
things. Even if she could understand it, she wouldn't believe it. Vogel kicked
the trapdoor shut and then moved to the main door, opening it. He pointed the
gun at me.
"I wish I had time to find out all the details, or even put you through the
hypnoscan now, but I don't. I gather your friends are causing all this ruckus to
divert attention from you, and that they've captured the station."
"Give it up, man!" I told him. "Dey gon' blow dis joint if'n I show or not. Dey
wan' you live, but dey git you dead if'n dey hav'ta."
"I thought so. The fact is, I don't know if you're what you say you are, and I
don't know if I'm being set up or not, but until I can sort this out I'm not
going to surrender to anyone, particularly not to some nigger bitch or on her
say-so. Get up!"
I made it to my feet, though I felt achy. Gettin' hit by a chair ain't the small
thing you see on TV.
He turned to the two others. "You two remain here until someone comes. I won't
forget this, Lavinia, I promise. Make yourselves at home in the bedroom. Use and
enjoy anything you find."
Yeah, for a few minutes, until the joint blows, I thought sourly, but nobody was
gonna listen to me.
"Now you listen to me," he said to be with a real cold tone that could freeze
blood. "I saw your moves, I know what you can do, but you don't try anything.
Once we're outside here, you'll be observed by security and guards. Even if you