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recognisable through the distorting medium of the water. "I presume you're

ready?"

"Problem," Mishenka said. "Big fucking problem."

"What?"

"Extraction site's compromised." Mishenka - or rather the simulation of

Mishenka which was running in the rock - anticipated Vargovic's next

question: "A few hours ago the Demarchy sent a surface team out onto the

ice, ostensibly to repair a transponder. But the spot they're covering is

right where we planned to pull you out." He paused. "You did - uh - kill

Cholok, didn't you? I mean you didn't just grievously injure her?"

"You're talking to a professional."

The rock did a creditable impression of Mishenka looking pained. "Then the

Demarchy got to her."

Vargovic wave his hand in front of the rock. "I got what I came for,

didn't I?"

"You got something."

"If it isn't what Cholok said it was, then she's accomplished nothing

except get herself dead."

"Even so..." Mishenka appeared to entertain a thought briefly, before

discarding it. "Listen, we always had a backup extraction point, Vargovic.

You'd better get your ass there." He grinned. "Hope you can swim faster

than Maunciple."
It was thirty kilometres south.

He passed a few gill-workers on the way, but they ignored him and once he

was more than five kilometres from C-A there was increasingly less