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Wolf Time WOLF TIME Walter Jon Williams Speakers in the hospital ceiling chimed a series of low, whispery, synthesized tones, tones scientifically proven to be relaxing. Reese looked down at the boy in the hospital bed and felt her insides twist. The boy was named Steward, and hed just had a bullet removed that morning. In the last few days, mad with warrior zen and a suicidal concept of personal honor, hed gone kamikaze and blown up the whole network. Griffith was dead, Jordan was dead, Spassky was dead, and nobody had stopped Steward until everything in L.A. had collapsed entirely. He hadnt talked yet to the heat, but he would. Reese reached for her gun. Her insides were still twisting. Steward had been lied to and jacked over and manipulated without his knowing it. Mostly it had been his friend Reese who had done it to him. She couldnt blame him for exploding when he finally figured out what had happened. And now this. Reese turned off the IV monitor so it wouldnt bleep when he died, and then Steward opened his eyes. She could see the recognition in his look, the knowledge of what was about to happen. She might have known he wouldnt make it easy. Sorry, she said, and raised the gun. What the hell else could she say? Maybe we can still be friends, after this is over? Steward was trying to say something. She felt herself wring out again. She shot him three times with her silenced pistol and left. The police guards didnt look twice at her hospital coat and ID. Proper credentials had always been her specialty. * * * * CYA. Reese headed for Japan under a backup identity. Credentials her strong suit, as always. On the shuttle she drank a star beast and plugged her seats interface stud into the socket at the base of her skull. She closed her eyes and silently projected the latest scansheets onto the optical centers of her brain, and her lips twisted