And they look as content as anyone I've everseen, he thought. His back was to her when she gotthere. Then they separated again, cadets from troopers, into the jungle, into theevening, the troopers to find their way to places where floaters could pickthem up. I doubt it.
He could have stayed in the air-conditioned media quarters at base camp. But even so, they weresufficiently aberrated that a large staff-record keepers, guards, militarypolice and the rest-were necessary. Andof course, the Iryalans are likely to involve themselves. He'd thought of Bertol Bakkis as a lump of barelyaware flesh, its intelligence pickled in ethanol, operating in some obscure,automatic way along a subconscious thread of journalistic intention.
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