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But something was there, God, a flare on the vid, a light the cameras couldn’t handle. Plasma. Bright as the sun. Pete and Elly, and Falcone and the ship.
    “You all right?” The monitor was beeping. “—No! Let him alone. It’s all right! Leave him the hell alone.”
    Orderly was trying to intervene. He opened his eyes and looked toward the door, trying to calm his pulse rate, and Ben leaned over and put his hand on his shoulder. Squeezed hard.
    “You get in that sim by yourself?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Somebody put you there?”
    “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know, Ben. I just can’t remember.”
    “Come on, Dek, think about it. You got into the core. You remember that? You had to get that far. What happened then?”
    He shook his head. He kept seeing dark. Hashing lights. Green lines and gold. Heard Cory saying, Nothing you can do, Dek, nothing you can do...
    They were back in The Hole. In his room behind the bar. Had a drawerful of pills....
    He put a hand over his eyes, men stared at the ceiling and looked over at Ben again to be sure where he was and when he was. But the black kept trying to come back and the lines twisted and moved.
    ‘Driver ship, a k long. Loads of rock going to the Well at tremendous v.
    Cory was dead. Dead a long time. So was Bird. He thought that Bird was dead. Fewer and fewer things were coming loose and drifting.
    He pressed his hands over his eyes until it made sparks of color in the dark of virtual space. Red. Phosphenes. Was that what they said the lights were?
    Spinning, of a sudden. He grabbed the bed. Ben said, “God, watch it!”
    Something was beeping. Ben said, to someone at the door, “He had a dream, that’s all.”
    “Want you there this afternoon,” Graff said to his Nav One; and to Saito. Saito said,
    “This won’t be like our procedures. An answer-what’s-asked. This is Earth. Don’t mistake it.”
    Graff took a sip of cooling coffee. “I couldn’t. The old man hasn’t sent us a hint, except Pollard, and Pollard doesn’t know anything. I don’t know if that’s a signal to raise that issue or not—but I can’t understand the silence. Unless the captain’s leaving me to take the grenade. Which I’d do. Little they could do anyway but transfer me back. But he should tell me.”
    “No grenades,” Demas said. “—No chance of Dekker talking?”
    “Pollard’s honestly trying. All I know.”
    “You sure he’s the captain’s? He could be Tanzer’s.”
    Graff remembered something he’d forgotten to say, gave a short laugh. “Pollard’s a native Belter.”
    “You’re serious. Tanzer knows it?”
    “Knows he’s a friend of Dekker’s. That has him the devil in Tanzer’s book. What’s more, this Belter claims he’s a Priority 10 tracked for Geneva.”
    Demas’ brows went up.
    Graff said, “Bright. Very bright. Computers. Top security computers.”
    “Tanzer can’t snag a Priority like that.”
    Saito said, “Not without an authorization. I doubt Tanzer can even access that security level to realize what he is.”
    “The captain set up Pollard with a room in the hospital. I told him to stay to it and Dekker’s room and keep his head down. With a security clearance like that, he understands what quiet means, I think. He’s got an appointment waiting for him—if he can get out of here before he becomes a priority to Tanzer.”
    “You signal him?”
    “Every word I could prudently use. There were some I didn’t. Maybe I should have. But he’s UDC. You don’t know where it’ll go, ultimately.”
    “No remote chance on Dekker?”
    “No chance on this one. Too much to ask. They’ve requested the log. They’re going to ask questions on the carrier—they’ll want to ask questions about the trainees. But they won’t talk to them. They’re not scheduled. Trainees don’t talk to the EC. Trainees they’re designing those ships around don’t talk to the committee because the committee is only interested in finding a