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<p>Page 20.</p>
<p>I woke, but not in the hospital. It
took me a while to figure this out, because I couldn’t focus my
eyes, and because I really, really should have been in the hospital.
I had just crushed my right leg. There was nowhere else I belonged.</p>
<p>“... can’t know,”
said someone. It sounded like my boss, D. Peters. “It’s
just a coincidence.”</p>
<p>“I don’t believe in
coincidences.” This was a woman, hard to place until her
enticing, toxic scent wafted across me.</p>
<p>“Check the security tape,”
said D. Peters. “He did it himself. There’s no question.”</p>
<p>“Hmm.” I tried to move my
head, to see Cassandra Cautery, but my muscles refused to respond. A
sun hung over my face, angry and brilliant. It looked familiar. It
was a lab light. The problem with this was it meant I was lying on
the lab floor, bleeding to death.</p>
<p>“He moved,” said D. Peters.
“Just then. Did you see that?”</p>
<p>“You’re panicking,”
said Cassandra Cautery. “You’re a panicker, Dick. It’s
your panicking that led us here.”</p>
<p>“Cassandra, please—”</p>
<p>“We have a role for panickers at
this company,” she said. “And it’s not management.”</p>
<p>“For God’s sake,”
said D. Peters. Or Dick, I guess.</p>
<p>“You know what I should do to
you?” I heard her shoes sliding across the floor. “I
should... I should...”</p>
<p>“Don’t do that thing,”
said D. Peters.</p>
<p>I heard an intake of breath, then an
odd snuffling. I tried to raise my head, to see what this was, but
all my body managed was a sound like: “<em>Guauah...</em>”
</p>
<p>There was silence.</p>
<p>“Oh,” said Cassandra
Cautery. “Fine, then. Take him to the hospital.”</p>
<p>Rough hands seized me by my armpits. I
thought I recognized the hostile fingers of Carl the security guard.
The light above me swung away.</p>
<p>“And give him some of that
benzo-8,” said Cassandra Cautery. “You know. The stuff
that wipes memory.”</p>