Yes, I managed to eke another one out of the material I've written so far (and I am coming down to the finish line real soon, just so you know). I will warn you right now -- this passage has had some spoiler material edited out, so it's not exactly what's in the finished chapter, although the splices should be pretty much invisible.
Enjoy!
-- Bob
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"That will be all," Kate Madigan said to the brace of disguised boomer bodyguards who had escorted her to the door of her apartment."Yes, ma'am," they replied in practiced unison, and Kate got theimpression that they would have saluted her if it would not havelooked horrendously out of place. As she watched, they turnedbriskly on their heels and marched off back down the corridor tothe elevator bank.The guard boomers went almost everywhere with her, now. Here in the Tower they were especially intrusive; she was lucky that they were content to leave her while she still was in the hall; they might have insisted on inspecting the apartment before allowing her to enter. Suppressing a sigh, she keyed the door open and stepped inside.And stopped short, the door swinging shut behind her. The foyerof her apartment was filled with enticing aroma of cooking food.Eyes wide, she sniffed once, twice. "Oh, hi, you're home!" Kate dropped her briefcase in shock as Douglas Sangnoir, clad in one of her unused kitchen aprons, stuck his head out of her kitchen and into the foyer. "Dinner'll be ready in a few minutes," he continued on blithely. "Why don't you go into the living room and relax until then?"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Enjoy!
-- Bob
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"That will be all," Kate Madigan said to the brace of disguised boomer bodyguards who had escorted her to the door of her apartment."Yes, ma'am," they replied in practiced unison, and Kate got theimpression that they would have saluted her if it would not havelooked horrendously out of place. As she watched, they turnedbriskly on their heels and marched off back down the corridor tothe elevator bank.The guard boomers went almost everywhere with her, now. Here in the Tower they were especially intrusive; she was lucky that they were content to leave her while she still was in the hall; they might have insisted on inspecting the apartment before allowing her to enter. Suppressing a sigh, she keyed the door open and stepped inside.And stopped short, the door swinging shut behind her. The foyerof her apartment was filled with enticing aroma of cooking food.Eyes wide, she sniffed once, twice. "Oh, hi, you're home!" Kate dropped her briefcase in shock as Douglas Sangnoir, clad in one of her unused kitchen aprons, stuck his head out of her kitchen and into the foyer. "Dinner'll be ready in a few minutes," he continued on blithely. "Why don't you go into the living room and relax until then?"
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
