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enhance their abilities in combat. In enabling me to gain control, Raven had very definitely saved my life,
sanity, and soul.
Valerie Valkyrie, Raven's newest aide, knew nothing of my affliction, nor did Tom Electric or Plutarch
Grao-grim, even though the three of us had worked together for the last several years. Kid Stealth
probably did have some idea that there was something special about me from the time when he was
stalking Raven's crew, but he'd never mentioned it. Jimmy Mackelroy had a vague idea about me being
different, but I knew his secret, so we were even and, even more in his favor, he wasn't really inquisitive
about my peculiarities.
The others who had learned the truth about me were the real reason I wanted to find a way to leave
Lynn in the dark. The Silicon Wasp, Robin Carter, and Mr. Stilts were all members of Doc's entourage
who'd known my secret. Each one had taken the secret to his grave, and there were simsense starlets
whose careers had lasted longer than my friends did once they knew. I knew it was only coincidence, but
learning that secret seemed about as safe as drinking a plutonium cocktail. Though I should have taken
heart in the fact that Raven had survived the longest of all, somehow I harbored the fear that knowing the
truth had killed the others.
As much as I wanted to share my secret with Lynn, as much as I wanted to share my life with her, I
didn't want to add any more pain to her life. I'd sooner have shot myself than cause her any hurt. And, of
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course, being male and in love meant I knew there was a solution to the problem somewhere. All I had to
do was find it and use it to keep Lynn safe.
I'd met Lynn through my association with Dr. Raven. Etienne La Plante, one of the larger pieces floating
to the top of the cesspool that is Seattle's underworld, fancies himself a commodities broker. Whereas
legitimate folks are content to deal in grain, simsense chips, or other such staples, La Plante goes in for
more exotic merchandise. Arms trading and narcotics are his bread and vegemite, but he makes his profit
moving bodies through white slavery rings. Pretty women, or men, for that matter, can fetch a premium in
the penthouses of the corporate towers around the world.
La Plante's henchmen orks with brains smaller than your average lug nut had kidnapped Lynn to
provide La Plante with merchandise to soothe the ruffled sensibilities of an angry client. After Kid Stealth
had discovered La Plante had something special going down so, he and I and his buddies, the Redwings,
hit an old resort complex called The Rock. We ran into something a bit nastier than we'd expected, but
Doc Raven showed up in time to prevent Stealth and me from adding our names to the list of deceased
aides.
After we rescued Lynn, Raven and I took her back to the apartment she shared with her parents in the
Fuchi tower. She was still pretty out of it because of the drugs La Plante had used to sedate her, but
Raven pronounced her fit and said all she needed was lots of sleep. I volunteered to stay in case of any
more trouble to the relief of her parents and spent most of the next thirty-six hours holding Lynn to
keep the nightmares away while she slept.
All in all that wasn't incredibly different from similar things I'd done for other victims of Seattle crime. It
sounds smug to say that I'd gotten used to people being grateful and looking to me as some sort of
savior, but it's true. You have to get used to it because the connection always ends. There's always
another person with a problem, or another mystery that needs solving. I'd been through the same thing
dozens of times before.
Only this time it was different. This time it involved Lynn and involved me getting involved with Lynn.
I looked up and found myself at the corner of the small strip mall the Fuchi folks had put into the ground
floor of Employee Tower Number One. I winked at the two woman greeters stationed on either side of
the door, then hurried across the crowded lobby to the small bakery that employs the whole Ingold
family. I waved at Phil as he poured kaf for a couple at one of the rear tables, then caught his daughter as
she threw herself into my arms. I hugged her tight and kissed her, then set her down and stared at her,
scarcely believing she was truly there and really did care for me.
Lynn wore her burnished copper hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung all the way to her shoulder
blades. The top of her head came up to my nose. The scent of her perfume brought back pleasant
memories of intimate moments that threatened to make me blush. Her broad smile and pert nose
accentuated the lively twinkle of her green eyes, and the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks made
her seem happier yet.
She wore jeans and a red-checked shirt with complementary kerchief that meant she was going to try to
talk me into going to a neo-Western dance club. After the Ghost Dances had killed so many people and
prompted others to go native, things concerning America's Wild West had been downplayed. Time
breeds a certain amount of contempt, and this neo-Western club called itself "Oklahoma." Everything had
been styled after an ancient musical, which meant the men wore shirts made of tablecloths from Italian
restaurants and every other vidiot packed a six-gun with a low-grade laser triggered by revolver blanks.
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Blanche came out from the back of the shop and smiled when she saw me. She and Phil both looked
happy and content and perhaps a bit proud that their only daughter was seeing someone from Dr.
Raven's band of heroes mind you, that's not as good as someone from the corporate boardrooms, but
it beats most of the gillettes running around the streets. Their occupation had made both of them plump as
gingerbread people, but I've always distrusted anorexic cooks anyway. They'd invested the last
twenty-five years in their daughter, and their love for her showed plainly on their faces.
I shook Phil's hand as he came over. His grip, a bit dry from the flour coating it, was strong nonetheless.
"Afternoon, Mr. Ingold, Mrs. Ingold. How are you?"
Phil mumbled something I didn't quite catch as Blanche distracted me. Staring at her daughter as only a
mother can when trying to remind her to do something, Blanche's gaze flitted to me, then back to Lynn. I
frowned. "What's going on?"
Lynn glared at her mother as only a daughter can do, then looked up at me and sighed. "My parents are
celebrating their thirtieth anniversary next week and they wanted to make sure I invited you to the party,
which I would have done a bit later. They also want you to extend the invitation to Dr. Raven and your
compatriots."
Blanche unconsciously clasped her hands together in an attitude of prayer and crushed them to her
ample bosom. "That Dr. Raven, such a nice, ah, man."
I suppressed a laugh. Raven is a rare commodity a Native American elf who's physically big enough to
bench press the tower. He's also devilishly handsome a fact that had not been lost on Blanche Ingold
or many of the other women he's met. That was one of the reasons I'd studiously avoided having Lynn
renew her acquaintance with him.
Phil looked over at his wife and sighed. "I hope you get that Kid Stealth to come. I've still not thanked
him for saving my little girl." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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enhance their abilities in combat. In enabling me to gain control, Raven had very definitely saved my life,
sanity, and soul.
Valerie Valkyrie, Raven's newest aide, knew nothing of my affliction, nor did Tom Electric or Plutarch
Grao-grim, even though the three of us had worked together for the last several years. Kid Stealth
probably did have some idea that there was something special about me from the time when he was
stalking Raven's crew, but he'd never mentioned it. Jimmy Mackelroy had a vague idea about me being
different, but I knew his secret, so we were even and, even more in his favor, he wasn't really inquisitive
about my peculiarities.
The others who had learned the truth about me were the real reason I wanted to find a way to leave
Lynn in the dark. The Silicon Wasp, Robin Carter, and Mr. Stilts were all members of Doc's entourage
who'd known my secret. Each one had taken the secret to his grave, and there were simsense starlets
whose careers had lasted longer than my friends did once they knew. I knew it was only coincidence, but
learning that secret seemed about as safe as drinking a plutonium cocktail. Though I should have taken
heart in the fact that Raven had survived the longest of all, somehow I harbored the fear that knowing the
truth had killed the others.
As much as I wanted to share my secret with Lynn, as much as I wanted to share my life with her, I
didn't want to add any more pain to her life. I'd sooner have shot myself than cause her any hurt. And, of
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course, being male and in love meant I knew there was a solution to the problem somewhere. All I had to
do was find it and use it to keep Lynn safe.
I'd met Lynn through my association with Dr. Raven. Etienne La Plante, one of the larger pieces floating
to the top of the cesspool that is Seattle's underworld, fancies himself a commodities broker. Whereas
legitimate folks are content to deal in grain, simsense chips, or other such staples, La Plante goes in for
more exotic merchandise. Arms trading and narcotics are his bread and vegemite, but he makes his profit
moving bodies through white slavery rings. Pretty women, or men, for that matter, can fetch a premium in
the penthouses of the corporate towers around the world.
La Plante's henchmen orks with brains smaller than your average lug nut had kidnapped Lynn to
provide La Plante with merchandise to soothe the ruffled sensibilities of an angry client. After Kid Stealth
had discovered La Plante had something special going down so, he and I and his buddies, the Redwings,
hit an old resort complex called The Rock. We ran into something a bit nastier than we'd expected, but
Doc Raven showed up in time to prevent Stealth and me from adding our names to the list of deceased
aides.
After we rescued Lynn, Raven and I took her back to the apartment she shared with her parents in the
Fuchi tower. She was still pretty out of it because of the drugs La Plante had used to sedate her, but
Raven pronounced her fit and said all she needed was lots of sleep. I volunteered to stay in case of any
more trouble to the relief of her parents and spent most of the next thirty-six hours holding Lynn to
keep the nightmares away while she slept.
All in all that wasn't incredibly different from similar things I'd done for other victims of Seattle crime. It
sounds smug to say that I'd gotten used to people being grateful and looking to me as some sort of
savior, but it's true. You have to get used to it because the connection always ends. There's always
another person with a problem, or another mystery that needs solving. I'd been through the same thing
dozens of times before.
Only this time it was different. This time it involved Lynn and involved me getting involved with Lynn.
I looked up and found myself at the corner of the small strip mall the Fuchi folks had put into the ground
floor of Employee Tower Number One. I winked at the two woman greeters stationed on either side of
the door, then hurried across the crowded lobby to the small bakery that employs the whole Ingold
family. I waved at Phil as he poured kaf for a couple at one of the rear tables, then caught his daughter as
she threw herself into my arms. I hugged her tight and kissed her, then set her down and stared at her,
scarcely believing she was truly there and really did care for me.
Lynn wore her burnished copper hair pulled back in a ponytail that hung all the way to her shoulder
blades. The top of her head came up to my nose. The scent of her perfume brought back pleasant
memories of intimate moments that threatened to make me blush. Her broad smile and pert nose
accentuated the lively twinkle of her green eyes, and the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks made
her seem happier yet.
She wore jeans and a red-checked shirt with complementary kerchief that meant she was going to try to
talk me into going to a neo-Western dance club. After the Ghost Dances had killed so many people and
prompted others to go native, things concerning America's Wild West had been downplayed. Time
breeds a certain amount of contempt, and this neo-Western club called itself "Oklahoma." Everything had
been styled after an ancient musical, which meant the men wore shirts made of tablecloths from Italian
restaurants and every other vidiot packed a six-gun with a low-grade laser triggered by revolver blanks.
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Blanche came out from the back of the shop and smiled when she saw me. She and Phil both looked
happy and content and perhaps a bit proud that their only daughter was seeing someone from Dr.
Raven's band of heroes mind you, that's not as good as someone from the corporate boardrooms, but
it beats most of the gillettes running around the streets. Their occupation had made both of them plump as
gingerbread people, but I've always distrusted anorexic cooks anyway. They'd invested the last
twenty-five years in their daughter, and their love for her showed plainly on their faces.
I shook Phil's hand as he came over. His grip, a bit dry from the flour coating it, was strong nonetheless.
"Afternoon, Mr. Ingold, Mrs. Ingold. How are you?"
Phil mumbled something I didn't quite catch as Blanche distracted me. Staring at her daughter as only a
mother can when trying to remind her to do something, Blanche's gaze flitted to me, then back to Lynn. I
frowned. "What's going on?"
Lynn glared at her mother as only a daughter can do, then looked up at me and sighed. "My parents are
celebrating their thirtieth anniversary next week and they wanted to make sure I invited you to the party,
which I would have done a bit later. They also want you to extend the invitation to Dr. Raven and your
compatriots."
Blanche unconsciously clasped her hands together in an attitude of prayer and crushed them to her
ample bosom. "That Dr. Raven, such a nice, ah, man."
I suppressed a laugh. Raven is a rare commodity a Native American elf who's physically big enough to
bench press the tower. He's also devilishly handsome a fact that had not been lost on Blanche Ingold
or many of the other women he's met. That was one of the reasons I'd studiously avoided having Lynn
renew her acquaintance with him.
Phil looked over at his wife and sighed. "I hope you get that Kid Stealth to come. I've still not thanked
him for saving my little girl." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]