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with,
something that was especially hard to find in the world of the dome
squares. She would be pissed if retarded policies had led to his
death. And there would be consequences.
    With great effort she kept a feisty jab to
herself. “Can you tell me where my appointed business partner is?”
she asked, knowing it was futile.
    The nurse gave one curt head shake and raised
her eyes to meet Xero’s gaze. “I don’t have that information,” she
said, and Xero believed her.
    “I see,” Xero replied, proud of herself for
showing restraint. She was getting better at this. The last time
she’d been drugged up and injured in front of dome assholes it had
not gone well. Sometimes there were not enough sedatives in the
world to deal with people.
    “Get some rest,” she said. “You’ll be sedated
later this afternoon.”
    Xero refrained from asking why she needed to
get some rest if they were just going to sedate her anyway, but
didn’t think the sarcasm would penetrate the robotic nurse’s
strictly maintained façade. An actual cyborg would have had more
warmth, but those had been outlawed long ago.
    “Hey, bring a military commander in here—I
have important intelligence information I need to discuss,” she
said as the nurse attempted to leave, but her request was totally
ignored.
    She sighed and threw up her hands. Figured.
Too married to policy to give a shit about a potentially lethal
threat. The dome citizens were so cushioned and sheltered from the
world outside their shiny plastic lives, most of them couldn’t even
conceive of what life was like on the outside. At some point they
deemed it too stressful to broadcast that kind of information, so
images of the flats or the pits were not illegal to be shown on
mainstream media. That’s not to say that people didn’t find ways to
get that kind of information. They trafficked all kinds of goods
across the black market, and recently she was seeing a spike in the
illegal information trade. Those types of runs always made her
happy—she got to make an easy buck and while fucking the dome
agenda at the same time. She almost would have been willing to
traffic that kind of goods without any sort of fee, but she had a
policy about giving away any services. There’s no such thing as a
free lunch, even if that lunch consisted of freedom and
vengeance.
    The nurse closed the door, and a locking
mechanism whirred a moment later. At least they didn’t have her
physically restrained against the bed. Either she had finally
bought some karma with her business partners, or Sanchez’s buddies
had pulled some strings. She pulled back the thin white and blue
hatched hospital covers to check out the damage. She must have
crashed or rolled the vehicle again when she passed out because
there were extra cuts and bruises painting her arms and legs that
she didn’t remember getting in the first wave of the skirmish. Not
that she gave a fuck—her body was covered in a life’s worth of
scars from too many fights to count. The worrisome part was the
network of bandages tightly wrapping her from her collarbone down
to her waist. At least they were going to bump her up to a rapid
healing protocol. From the looks of it, she would have been out for
months trying to heal that shit naturally, and with Trina down for
the count they just couldn’t afford to let the territory go for
that long. Not with things as unstable as they had been.
    That was the bigger question. What had become
of Argon? Did he know what had happened to her? Had he been
attacked too? As much of a hard time as she gave him, he really was
a competent fighter when his brain wasn’t stuck between his legs,
and she had confidence that he could hold his own in an attack. But
then again, Sanchez was one of the better fighters she’d ever
worked with, and they had been overtaken by skeleton’s despite
being paired with her. That was embarrassing to be sure—whether
they were working with imbeciles or not, one of them should