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android musicians, sat on a sparkling silver platform that floated
fifteen feet above the hundreds of dancers. At the far end of the Main
Ballroom of the GLA Civic Plaza rose a 30-foot-high holographic
projection of an injured soldier in the uniform of the UN Brazil Wars
forces.
"That was mineral water, sir?" a sleek golden servobot was inquiring
of Dan.
"Two." He and Molly were standing very close together on the right
hand side of the dance floor, surrounded by dozens of handsome,
fashionable elbows and backs.
A compartment in the waiter's gold chest slid open and he withdrew a
plazglass from it. Holding it under his right forefinger, he filled it
with sparkling mineral water. He handed the glass to Dan , who handed
it to Molly, and filled a second one. "There's no tipping allowed,"
reminded the waiter as he shut his chest and moved on.
"I wasn't planning any."
Molly touched her glass to his. "Cheers. Do you see any of them?"
"Not yet."
"This is going to be difficult---even for someone as astute as me."
"What we'd better do is slowly circle--wait. Look." "Where?"
"Those tables across the floor, at the one nearest the vie window
"Right, that's definitely China Vargas and Roddy Pickfair sitting
there."
Dan said, "I think if we move over to the hologram stage, we can hide
in the shadows behind it and not be noticed. Then I'll aim the sound
rod and--"
"Hey, there's Knerr. He's joining them." She took hold of Dan's arm
and started leading him along the edge of the dance floor toward the
giant projection of the wounded soldier some hundred yards away,
"Excuse us. Sorry. Pardon me."
"Molly Fine! How great." A handsome young man was standing directly
in their path. "I had no idea you'd--"
"Nice running into you, Len. Right now, though, I really--" "Nope, I
insist on one dance immediately." "Maybe later."
"I'll follow you around, dog your every footstep, Moll, until--"
"Okay, allright. One." She let go of Dan. "You go ahead. I'll
pacify this nuisance and join you."
Dan waited until the handsome young man had taken Molly out into the
dancing crowd and then continued on his way.
In less than five minutes he was crouching behind the platform, hidden
in the deep shadows. He could see the table where China, Knerr and
Pickfair were seated. Carefully he aimed his sound rod stuck the tiny
earphone in place and activated the recorder.
"... something can be arranged," Knerr was saying.
Pickfair laughed. "Something unpleasant," he suggested. "You know,
the thing that absolutely annoys the very hell out of me is
people who think that they're smarter than I." He was a pudgy young
man with curly brown hair, about nineteen at most, and wearing a too
tight tuxsuit.
China took a sip of her drink. "You tend to get awfully nasty when
you're annoyed."
"I'm nasty at the best of' times, dear heart." Smiling, he shifted in
his chair and looked directly at the distant spot where Dan was
crouched. "You may as well come join us, Danny boy," he said. "We
already have Molly."
Gomez, limping slightly, walked over to the window of their hotel
suite. A new day was commencing and Vienna was beginning to fill with
pale sunlight. "Did you believe the prof?." he asked.
"He impressed me as being sincere, yeah." Jake was sitting, slouched,
in an armchair. Weariness showed in his face. "Soon as we finish up
the official rigamarole with the local police, I want to head back to
Greater LA and look up this Roddy Pickfair."
Turning his back on the. morning Gomez said, "Our assignment, far as
Cosmos is concerned, was to find out who was behind the assassinations
in Berlin and if any US gov agencies were tied in. We've got Nister,
who helped arrange the details of the killings, and eventually we'll
have his Tek cartel cronies. We also have the name of the IDCA agent
who--"
"It isn't over for me, Sid," said Jake quietly. "Not until I run down
everyone who had anything to do with Beth's death."
"Jenny Keaton is planning to remain here in Vienna to see that all the
local miscreants get rounded up and brought to justice," reminded his
partner. "We can go home to GLA, si, but why don't we just take a rest
and--"
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