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been sealed for years, and he would be the last one to give it away. Marty's
group was not the only one with pills.
Blaisdell came home from the Pentagon and put on sport coveralls and went to
an evening soccer game in Alexandria. At the hot dog stand he talked to the
next woman in line, and as they walked back toward the bleachers, he said
their agent Ingram had gone to the Omaha train station the evening of July 11
th, to pick up and eliminate a scientist, Blaze Harding. Agent and scientist
left the station together security cameras confirmed that but then both had
disappeared. Find them and kill Harding. Kill Ingram if he does anything that
makes you think he's on the wrong side.
Blaisdell returned to his seat. The woman went to the ladies' room and
disposed of her hot dog, and then went home to her weapons.
Her first weapon was an illegal FBI infoworm, threading undetected through
municipal transportation records. She found out that a third party shared the
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cab with the agent and his supposed victim; they had stopped the cab on Grand
Street, no particular address. The original order had been for 1236 Grand, but
they'd stopped early, a verbal cancel.
She went back to the security tapes and saw that the two had been followed by
a large black man in uniform. She didn't yet know that there was a connection
between the scientist and the black mechanic.
She assumed he was a backup for Ingram; Blaisdell hadn't mentioned it, but
maybe it was an arrangement Ingram had made on his own.
So Ingram probably had a car waiting, to drive his victim out into the country
to dispose of her.
The next stage depended on luck. The Indium system that provided global
communication by way of a fleet of low-flying satellites had been quietly
co-opted by the government after the start of the Ngumi
War; all of the satellites had been replaced by dual-function ones: they still
took care of phone service, but each one also spied continuously on the strip
of land it passed over. Had one of them passed over
Omaha, over Grand Street, just before midnight on the 11th?
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She wasn't military, but she had access to Indium pictures through Blaisdell's
office. After a few minutes of sorting, she had an image of the cab leaving
and the black mechanic getting into the back seat of a long black limousine.
The next shot was a low angle that showed the limousine's license plate:
"North
Dakota 101 Clergy." In less than a minute, she had it traced to St.
Bartholomew's.
That was strange enough, but her course was clear. She already had a bag
packed with a business suit and a frilly dress, two changes of underwear, and
a knife and a gun made completely of plastic. There was also a jar of vitamins
with enough poison to murder a small town. In less than an hour she was in the
air, headed for the crater city Seaside and its mysterious monastery. St.
Bartholomew's had some military connection, but General Blaisdell didn't have
high enough clearance to find out what it was. It occurred to her that she
might be getting in over her head. She prayed for guidance, and God told her
in his stern fatherly voice that she was doing the right thing. Stay your
course and don't fear dying. Dying is just coming home.
She knew Ingram; he was a third of her cell and she knew how much better he
was at mayhem. She had killed more than twenty sinners in service to the Lord,
but always at a distance or protected by extremely close contact. God had
gifted her with great sexual attractiveness, and she used it as a weapon,
allowing sinners in between her legs while she reached under the pillow for
the crystal knife.
Men who don't close their eyes when they ejaculate will close their eyes a
moment later. If she was on her back with the man above her, she would embrace
him with her left arm and men drive the dagger into his kidney. He would
straighten up in tetanic shock, his penis trying to ejaculate again, and she
could sweep the razor-keen blade across his throat. When he sagged, she would
make sure both carotid arteries were severed.
Sitting in the plane, she put her knees together and squeezed, remembering how
the last dying thrust felt.
It probably didn't hurt the man too much, it was over so fast, and he faced an
eternity of torment anyhow. She had never done it to anyone who had taken
Jesus as his Savior. Instead of being washed in the Blood of the Lamb, they
drowned in their own. Atheists and adulterers, they deserved even worse.
Once a man had almost escaped, a pervert she had allowed to engage her from
behind. She'd had to half-
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