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Ascension II: The Mice Will Play

Bates finished the beer and stared at his hand; it was scarlet down to the wrist. He rummaged in the guts of his latest victim, Yrtl’s refrigerator, for something strong enough to kill an alien incubus.

An hour later he felt cold, and realized that he was in the alley. It was a very dark alley, twisted and clogged with rubbish. There was a bar around here someplace and by god he was going to find it. The tram driver stumbled from behind a trash bin toward him, despite the pencil in his ear.

Bates brushed him aside, only to be confronted by the JDC shuttle pilot. He stared broken-necked at the sky, but shambled at Bates somehow. The tram driver fumbled at his arm; he pushed him away again. Hensen was next, still wearing his 3HE spacesuit despite Juno’s atmosphere. He kicked at him, then fell under the clumsy assault of the broken-necked pilot.

Bates struggled, sobbing, to his feet. Shadowy forms gathered about, blood boiling from eyes, noses and mouths. It was Gillian and the crew of Shuttle 2.

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