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line myself.”
“Just bring—”
“You think I could do that, sir? I mean if I were in uniform? I know they've turned
away civilians not inside the courtyard, and they're none too happy, but as an
employee—”
“I don't know! I need a cart and I need it now!”
“Would you drive me to the venue before you go wherever it is you have to g—”
“Yes! Now hurry!”
“Are you thrilled or what, Director?”
“What?”
The man spoke slowly, condescendingly. “A-bout-the-res-ur-rec-tion!”
“Are you in your vehicle?” David demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
“That's what I'm thrilled about.”
The man was still talking when David hung up on him and called crowd control.
“I'm looking for Annie Christopher,” he said.
“Sector?”
“Five-three.”
“Sector 53 has been cleared, Director. She may have been reassigned or relieved.”
“If she were reassigned, you'd have it, no?”
“Checking.”
The motor-pool chief appeared in his cart, beaming. David boarded, phone still to
his ear. “Gonna see god,” the man said.
“Yeah,” David said. “Just a minute.”
“Can you believe it? He's got to be god. Who else can he be? Saw it with my own
two eyes, well, on TV anyway. Raised from the dead. I saw him dead, I know that.
If I see him in person, there'll be no doubt now, will there? Eh?”
David nodded, sticking a finger in his free ear. “I say no doubt, eh?”
“No doubt!” David shouted. “Now give me a minute!”
“Where we goin', sport?”
David craned his neck to look at the man, incredulous that he was still speaking.
“I say, where we going? Am I dropping you or you dropping me?”
“I'm dropping you! Go where you want and get out!”
“Sorry!”
This wasn't how David normally treated people, even ignorant ones. But he had to
hear whether Annie had been reassigned, and where. “Nothing,” the crowd-control
dispatcher on the phone told him.
“Relieved then?” he said, relieved himself.
“Likely. Nothing in our system on her.”
David thought of calling Medical Services but scolded himself for overreacting.
Motor-pool man deftly picked his way through the massive, dispersing crowd. At
least most were dispersing. They looked shocked. Some were angry. They had
waited hours to see the body, and now that Carpathia had arisen, they were not
going to be able to see him, all because of where they happened to be in the throng.
“This is as close as I hope to get in this thing then,” the man said, skidding to a stop
so abruptly that David had to catch himself. “You'll bring it back round then, eh,
sir?”
“Of course,” David said, trying to gather himself to at least thank the man. As he
slid into the driver's seat he said, “Been back to Australia since the reorganizing?”
The man furrowed his brow and pointed at David, as if to reprimand him. “Man of