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Show Confiscation! A dull ache began to form itself in the vicinity of Phrapp's midsection for he knew the woman. He reached into his longdoublet for peppermints, thinking vaguely of indigestion and a ThreeMonth stretch in his youth during which he'd considered suicide. Anya Needlesmith, forsooth! Phrapp unwrapped a peppermint and watched the group out of sight. Then he started down the hall again. Another set of footsteps from the same direction as the first heralded a large man wearing the Manager's insignia on his left shoulder. He was carrying a sledgehammer and an oversized key in a huge keyring. The man looked uncommonly like an android to the startled Phrapp, who remembered the peppermint in his hand and popped it into his open mouth. Then he smacked his loose lips and shook his head. No, t'wasn't an android, he thought gloomily, t'was only Rockforth. And Phrapp followed the man down the hall and out of the building, toward a confiscation of his own-a few minutes of stolen time with the Governor's secrets before the next of his interminable staff meetings. 46 |