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very straight and still.
Mercedes laughed and spread her arms. "But I'm off-shift now. And one way or the other, the fighting will be over before I'm on again. So please come in." The dark anger on her face evaporated, and the sun came out, with rainbows shining and birds singing.
Reggie stepped into her open arms, squeezed her, and half-carried, half-dragged her through her own apartment. "However it comes out, I wanted to be with you for the ending," he explained.
"Me too." Mercedes pointed into her workroom. "There's the best view in the house."
"You've been doing a great job, by the way. I've been watching your forecasts."
"Thank you," she said distractedly. She looked back over her shoulder, hearing a sharp sound of battle from the other room.
"You're right, no chitchat till we've seen this through."
Arm квартиры в Петербурге in a 軽自動車中古 rm, they entered the work room to watched the outcome.
* * *
CJ reached the end of the carpet of minitanks and leaped lightly to the ground. She spun as she landed, to flip and kill the minitank she had just used as a stepping stone. She looked up to see Lars trying to duplicate her performance, leaping across the backs of the minitanks, but his progress was slow and painful. She could see his legs bleeding from a dozen cuts where blades had nicked him. Nevertheless, he was an Angel. He was still coming.
Morgan interrupted her observations. "Fly, CJ, fly."
She turned again and ran, ran for her life, ran for all the lives of all the people of Earth.
She reached the innermost ring corridor. A blank wall faced her. She gulped in air and said, "There's nothing here. Nothing." She looked to the left: it was just a hall. She looked to the right: a slidechute sank away into the floor. This chute was narrower than the corridors and the main chute–the academics back on Earth thought of them as being Shiva's equivalent of maintenance alleys. CJ pointed at the chute. Between gasps, she spluttered in dismay, "That's the anomaly."

Chapter Fifteen

The Anomaly
Paolo groaned. He knew the truth even before CJ said it: they'd never seen a maintenance chute like this at the ship core. Paolo did not doubt that this was the anomally Crockett had predicted.
Paolo and his team had done their best to find the Gate for the Angels. Instead, they had led the team to this stupid little chute, and to ruin. On the 'castpoint, the odds for finding the Gate here fell like a stone.
Paolo buried his face in his hands. Deaths uncountable would result from his folly.
* * *
CJ heard a burst of fire behind her. As she turned, Lars came running up. He