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Putting in my contacts. I blinked, and felt the first slide into place. Find me clean clothes.
What do I look like, your maid?
Nah, shes way better looking. I blinked my second lens into place before clicking the bathroom lights back on. Harsh white light flooded the room. I squinted slightly, studying my blue-eyed reflection before I turned to the important matter of brushing my hair and teeth. Any time now, Shaun. I cant go see the senator in my undies.
Hunter S. Thompson would go see a senator in his undies. Or your undies, for that matter.
Hunter S. Thompson was too stoned to know what undies were. The bathroom door opened. I turned, catching the clothes Shaun pitched in my direction. There, now, was that so hard? Go grab our gear. Ill be there in a second.
Next time, Ill let you sleep in, he grumbled, backing up. And those contacts make you look like an alien!
I know, I said, and shut the bathroom door.
Ten minutes later, Shaun and I were back in the elevator. I was running the final diagnostic checks on my equipment, and Shaun was doing the same, fingers tapping over the screen of his PDA in a series of increasingly complex patterns. This wasnt a field op, and odds were that Senator Ryman would request a privacy screen on anything we recorded, but that didnt matter. Leaving the hotel without our cameras and recorders set and primed to go would have been like leaving naked, and neither of us was up for that.
Some of my cameras were starting to show signs of misalignment, and the memory in my watch was almost full. Making a note to have Buffy take a look at things, I stepped out into the lobby with Shaun half a beat behind.
Thank you for choosing the Parrish Weston Suites as your home away from home, the hotel chirped as we approached the air lock. We know you have many choices, and we are grateful for your business. Please place your right hand
Thats enough, I said, slamming my palm down on the test panel as soon as it finished opening. Getting out of the hotel requires nothing but a clean blood test. They dont care if you want to go into massive viral amplification as long as you have the common courtesy to do it outside, preferably after youve paid your bills.
Shaun and I checked clean and the outer doors slid open, allowing us to exit while the automated voice of the hotel chirped pleasantries to an empty antechamber. It was cold and bright outside; a perfect Wisconsin day. There was only one car idling in the passenger pickup lane.
Think thats us? asked Shaun.
That, or theres a pro-wrestling convention in town, I said. We started toward it.
When the senator sends a car, he doesnt screw around. Our intended transport was a solid-looking black SUV. The windows were tinted, and I would have placed bets on their being bulletproof. Possessing a personal fortune has its perks. Shaun nudged me and whistled, pointing to the inset gunners windows on the back windshield.
Even Mom doesnt have those, he murmured.
Im sure shell be jealous, I said.
Steve was standing by the rear passenger door, holding it open for usas much, Im sure, as a reminder that we werent allowed to ride up front as a gesture of civility. His eyebrows rose when he saw my contacts. To his credit, he didnt comment on them; he just held the door open a little wider. Shaun. Georgia.
I see you drew the short straw this morning, I said, hoisting myself into the SUV and scooting over to make room for Shaun. Rick was already inside. I offered him a small wave, which he dolefully returned.
The senator prefers this meeting be conducted in a more secure location and thought you might appreciate the chance to take a break from driving. Steve glanced toward the parking garage and tapped his earpiece. I frowned. They thought our van had been bugged? It was possiblewithout Buffy running a full diagnostic on our systems, there was no way to tellbut it seemed a little paranoid.
I stopped that line of thought. Rebecca Ryman was murdered by someone who was willing to use live-state Kellis-Amberlee in an uncontrolled situation to achieve their goals, whatever they happened to be. There was no such thing as paranoia anymore.
Looking good, Steve-o, said Shaun, slapping the security agent a high five as he slid into the car.
One day youre going to call me that, and Im going to punch your head clean off, said Steve, and slammed the door. Shaun laughed. The sound of Steves footsteps moved around the car, where the drivers-side door opened and closed again. A sheet of one-way glass separated the front seat from the passenger compartment. He could see us, but we couldnt see him. How encouraging.
He probably means that, you know, said Rick.
As long as I get it on film, Ill be happy, said Shaun. Folding his hands behind his head, he stretched out on the seat and propped his feet in my lap. This is awesome. Were being driven to a clandestine meeting with a man who wants to be president. Anybody else feel like James Bond right now?
Too female, I said.
Too aware of the fact that Im not immortal, said Rick.
You realize youre both wimps, right? scolded Shaun.
Yes, but were wimps with a life expectancy, and I have to respect that, I replied.
Ill trade my life expectancy for a cup of coffee and a nice dark room, said Rick.
I craned my head to look at him. He was rubbing his eyes. He looked groggy, and I wasnt entirely sure hed changed his shirt. Didnt sleep well?
Cat kept me up all night, he said. Dropping his hands from his face, he did a classic double-take, eyes going wide. Georgia? Whats wrong with your eyes?
Contacts, I said. They irritate the shit out of my eyes, but at least this way, I cant have some hopped-up ass**le with a megaphone take my sunglasses away.
What do I look like, your maid?
Nah, shes way better looking. I blinked my second lens into place before clicking the bathroom lights back on. Harsh white light flooded the room. I squinted slightly, studying my blue-eyed reflection before I turned to the important matter of brushing my hair and teeth. Any time now, Shaun. I cant go see the senator in my undies.
Hunter S. Thompson would go see a senator in his undies. Or your undies, for that matter.
Hunter S. Thompson was too stoned to know what undies were. The bathroom door opened. I turned, catching the clothes Shaun pitched in my direction. There, now, was that so hard? Go grab our gear. Ill be there in a second.
Next time, Ill let you sleep in, he grumbled, backing up. And those contacts make you look like an alien!
I know, I said, and shut the bathroom door.
Ten minutes later, Shaun and I were back in the elevator. I was running the final diagnostic checks on my equipment, and Shaun was doing the same, fingers tapping over the screen of his PDA in a series of increasingly complex patterns. This wasnt a field op, and odds were that Senator Ryman would request a privacy screen on anything we recorded, but that didnt matter. Leaving the hotel without our cameras and recorders set and primed to go would have been like leaving naked, and neither of us was up for that.
Some of my cameras were starting to show signs of misalignment, and the memory in my watch was almost full. Making a note to have Buffy take a look at things, I stepped out into the lobby with Shaun half a beat behind.
Thank you for choosing the Parrish Weston Suites as your home away from home, the hotel chirped as we approached the air lock. We know you have many choices, and we are grateful for your business. Please place your right hand
Thats enough, I said, slamming my palm down on the test panel as soon as it finished opening. Getting out of the hotel requires nothing but a clean blood test. They dont care if you want to go into massive viral amplification as long as you have the common courtesy to do it outside, preferably after youve paid your bills.
Shaun and I checked clean and the outer doors slid open, allowing us to exit while the automated voice of the hotel chirped pleasantries to an empty antechamber. It was cold and bright outside; a perfect Wisconsin day. There was only one car idling in the passenger pickup lane.
Think thats us? asked Shaun.
That, or theres a pro-wrestling convention in town, I said. We started toward it.
When the senator sends a car, he doesnt screw around. Our intended transport was a solid-looking black SUV. The windows were tinted, and I would have placed bets on their being bulletproof. Possessing a personal fortune has its perks. Shaun nudged me and whistled, pointing to the inset gunners windows on the back windshield.
Even Mom doesnt have those, he murmured.
Im sure shell be jealous, I said.
Steve was standing by the rear passenger door, holding it open for usas much, Im sure, as a reminder that we werent allowed to ride up front as a gesture of civility. His eyebrows rose when he saw my contacts. To his credit, he didnt comment on them; he just held the door open a little wider. Shaun. Georgia.
I see you drew the short straw this morning, I said, hoisting myself into the SUV and scooting over to make room for Shaun. Rick was already inside. I offered him a small wave, which he dolefully returned.
The senator prefers this meeting be conducted in a more secure location and thought you might appreciate the chance to take a break from driving. Steve glanced toward the parking garage and tapped his earpiece. I frowned. They thought our van had been bugged? It was possiblewithout Buffy running a full diagnostic on our systems, there was no way to tellbut it seemed a little paranoid.
I stopped that line of thought. Rebecca Ryman was murdered by someone who was willing to use live-state Kellis-Amberlee in an uncontrolled situation to achieve their goals, whatever they happened to be. There was no such thing as paranoia anymore.
Looking good, Steve-o, said Shaun, slapping the security agent a high five as he slid into the car.
One day youre going to call me that, and Im going to punch your head clean off, said Steve, and slammed the door. Shaun laughed. The sound of Steves footsteps moved around the car, where the drivers-side door opened and closed again. A sheet of one-way glass separated the front seat from the passenger compartment. He could see us, but we couldnt see him. How encouraging.
He probably means that, you know, said Rick.
As long as I get it on film, Ill be happy, said Shaun. Folding his hands behind his head, he stretched out on the seat and propped his feet in my lap. This is awesome. Were being driven to a clandestine meeting with a man who wants to be president. Anybody else feel like James Bond right now?
Too female, I said.
Too aware of the fact that Im not immortal, said Rick.
You realize youre both wimps, right? scolded Shaun.
Yes, but were wimps with a life expectancy, and I have to respect that, I replied.
Ill trade my life expectancy for a cup of coffee and a nice dark room, said Rick.
I craned my head to look at him. He was rubbing his eyes. He looked groggy, and I wasnt entirely sure hed changed his shirt. Didnt sleep well?
Cat kept me up all night, he said. Dropping his hands from his face, he did a classic double-take, eyes going wide. Georgia? Whats wrong with your eyes?
Contacts, I said. They irritate the shit out of my eyes, but at least this way, I cant have some hopped-up ass**le with a megaphone take my sunglasses away.
