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Show Anting Alone Page 162 thong, its chrome casing .camouflaged under a coat of olive drab enamel, the Pagette was used only on certain special occasions, to signal the sentry to get out of sight, to hide himself inside his tarpaper shack. Video must have reported in a likeness already. Signal the sentry to get out of sight. It occurred to Axelrad to wonder, why was the sentry so suddenly expendable in certain situations? If he were genuinely a dummy sentry, why bother to hide him at all? Was the sentry stationed down there in reality to keep a tally, not of intruders, but of encampment members - specifically Axelrad - who might enter or exit camp by means other than the strictly surveilled tunnels, with their electric eyes and video monitors and infra red heat sensors? Were there other, more subtly disguised sentries around here? Was everybody around here solid and foursquare behind the interests of the Western hemisphere? What in the name of Jesus Fucking Christ were they doing here? The Cobra 'copters and spy satellites returned to hover over Axelrad's neck. "Axlegrease you filthy little cocksucking kike bastard prick!" came the monstrous howl, nearer now. "Where are you hiding? Untent thy person, asshole!" Even the faces of the companions were beginning to register a reaction, however slight, to the scream as it echoed up among the aspens; so Axelrad knew that it, unlike a few other things, could not be safely consigned to his imagination. He wanted to hang onto his real rock here and think some |