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.She was glad tosee the last of it.The hatch hissed open, and Sula crawled down the docking tube until sheemerged in the ready room, blank white walls and floor, the better to show anydirt or contamination.Hands reached down to help her stand, and it wasn tuntil Sula got to her feet that she realized the hands belonged to Martinez.He wore his undress uniform and a broad smile.Vertigo eddied through Sula s inner ear. My lord, she said. Welcome back to the world, cadet. His hands guided her a step or twoforward, and three expressionless, disinterested riggers in sterile disposablePage 59 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsmocks and caps descended on her and began to strip off her vac suit.Martinezrelieved her of the official envelope. Is this the log? I ll take it, then. I m supposed to deliver it myself. I ll sign a chit for it, Martinez said. It has to be delivered to theInvestigative Service, not to FleetRecords. Oh. Lawyers armed with writs have already descended onMidnight Runner.Not thatit will do them any good the Fleet has lawyers as good as anyone s, and I msure it s already been decided which senior officer is going to get the newtoy. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis.Dead%20Empire's%20Fall%2001%20-%20The%20Praxis.html (83 of 310)19-2-2006 4:01:16Williams, Walter Jon - [Dead Empire's Fall 01] - The PraxisEfficient hands opened all the vac suit s pockets, retrieved her personalbelongings, some tools, and a pony bottle of air.The air supply and recyclerwas detached from the seat, the valves sealed, and the upper suit sectiondetached from the lower.The riggers shoved her arms above her head, thenpulled the top of the suit off.Sula, arms high, was suddenly aware that she didn t smell very good.Shelowered her arms as the riggers began to prepare to drop the lower half of thevac suit.She looked up at Martinez. Would you mind turning your back? Martinez turned, and the riggers stripped the suit and its sanitary gear downSula s legs.Martinez looked down as he took a datapad from his belt and wroteon it.One of the riggers held out a pair of sterile drawers, and Sula steppedinto them.Martinez pressed a button and the datapad spat out a foil, which hetook and held over his shoulder. Your chit. Thanks. Collecting it. You can turn around. Martinez did so.The expression of polite interest on his face betrayed noawareness of the fact that he was looking at an unwashed, slack-muscled womanwith greasy hair, pasty skin, and a shirt stained with prominent sweat patchesthat hadn t been changed in many long days.Sula had to admire his self-control. I ve got you a room in the cadets quarters at the Commandery, he said. I don t have to live on the ring? Sula was impressed. Thanks. I m using my staff privileges while they last.You can shower in yourquarters, and get a bite if you want, and then we ve got an appointment withmy tailor. Tailor? Lord Commander Enderby is going to decorate you in a ceremony tomorrow.Youcan t show up in what you re wearing. Oh.Right. Decorate? she thought. I got your height and weight and so on out of your records.The tailor s puta uniform together from that, but you ll still need the final fitting. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis.Dead%20Empire's%20Fall%2001%20-%20The%20Praxis.html (84 of 310)19-2-2006 4:01:16Williams, Walter Jon - [Dead Empire's Fall 01] - The PraxisElastic snapped around Sula s ankles as the riggers knelt and put slippers onher feet.The vac suit was carried off for checkout, refurbishment,sterilizing, and storage.A thought struck her. I don t have to wear paradedress, do I? Full dress, not parade dress. Oh, good.My feet and ankles are swollen from sitting all this time on thatcouch, and I d hate to get fitted for a pair of boots right now. And then shePage 60 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlremembered. Decorate? she asked. Medal of Merit, Second Class.You ll be decorated with nine others, afterwhich there will be a reception and questions from reporters. He gave her asignificant look. The yachting press.Answer their questions fully andfreely, and if you want to give credit to my brilliant plan for your success,Ithink it would only be just. Sula looked at him.This last was said in a jocular tone, but perhaps withmore emphasis than necessary. I think I d like to take a shower now, she said.She knew that showers werealways adjacent to the sterile ready rooms, and her whole body shrieked forsoap and hot water. Certainly.This way. He directed her to the changing room and politely held the door for her. I m likely be here awhile, she said. Take all the time you like. He smiled. By the way, I arranged a furloughfor you, starting in two days.It ll last until the death of Anticipation ofVictory, and then all furloughs are off anyway. He smiled again and let the door sigh closed behind her.Sula turned andpropped the door open with one hand.He looked at her, his heavy brows raised. Are you always this efficient? she asked.Martinez tilted his head as he considered the question. Yes, he said. Yes,I believe I am [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She was glad tosee the last of it.The hatch hissed open, and Sula crawled down the docking tube until sheemerged in the ready room, blank white walls and floor, the better to show anydirt or contamination.Hands reached down to help her stand, and it wasn tuntil Sula got to her feet that she realized the hands belonged to Martinez.He wore his undress uniform and a broad smile.Vertigo eddied through Sula s inner ear. My lord, she said. Welcome back to the world, cadet. His hands guided her a step or twoforward, and three expressionless, disinterested riggers in sterile disposablePage 59 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsmocks and caps descended on her and began to strip off her vac suit.Martinezrelieved her of the official envelope. Is this the log? I ll take it, then. I m supposed to deliver it myself. I ll sign a chit for it, Martinez said. It has to be delivered to theInvestigative Service, not to FleetRecords. Oh. Lawyers armed with writs have already descended onMidnight Runner.Not thatit will do them any good the Fleet has lawyers as good as anyone s, and I msure it s already been decided which senior officer is going to get the newtoy. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis.Dead%20Empire's%20Fall%2001%20-%20The%20Praxis.html (83 of 310)19-2-2006 4:01:16Williams, Walter Jon - [Dead Empire's Fall 01] - The PraxisEfficient hands opened all the vac suit s pockets, retrieved her personalbelongings, some tools, and a pony bottle of air.The air supply and recyclerwas detached from the seat, the valves sealed, and the upper suit sectiondetached from the lower.The riggers shoved her arms above her head, thenpulled the top of the suit off.Sula, arms high, was suddenly aware that she didn t smell very good.Shelowered her arms as the riggers began to prepare to drop the lower half of thevac suit.She looked up at Martinez. Would you mind turning your back? Martinez turned, and the riggers stripped the suit and its sanitary gear downSula s legs.Martinez looked down as he took a datapad from his belt and wroteon it.One of the riggers held out a pair of sterile drawers, and Sula steppedinto them.Martinez pressed a button and the datapad spat out a foil, which hetook and held over his shoulder. Your chit. Thanks. Collecting it. You can turn around. Martinez did so.The expression of polite interest on his face betrayed noawareness of the fact that he was looking at an unwashed, slack-muscled womanwith greasy hair, pasty skin, and a shirt stained with prominent sweat patchesthat hadn t been changed in many long days.Sula had to admire his self-control. I ve got you a room in the cadets quarters at the Commandery, he said. I don t have to live on the ring? Sula was impressed. Thanks. I m using my staff privileges while they last.You can shower in yourquarters, and get a bite if you want, and then we ve got an appointment withmy tailor. Tailor? Lord Commander Enderby is going to decorate you in a ceremony tomorrow.Youcan t show up in what you re wearing. Oh.Right. Decorate? she thought. I got your height and weight and so on out of your records.The tailor s puta uniform together from that, but you ll still need the final fitting. file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruis.Dead%20Empire's%20Fall%2001%20-%20The%20Praxis.html (84 of 310)19-2-2006 4:01:16Williams, Walter Jon - [Dead Empire's Fall 01] - The PraxisElastic snapped around Sula s ankles as the riggers knelt and put slippers onher feet.The vac suit was carried off for checkout, refurbishment,sterilizing, and storage.A thought struck her. I don t have to wear paradedress, do I? Full dress, not parade dress. Oh, good.My feet and ankles are swollen from sitting all this time on thatcouch, and I d hate to get fitted for a pair of boots right now. And then shePage 60 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlremembered. Decorate? she asked. Medal of Merit, Second Class.You ll be decorated with nine others, afterwhich there will be a reception and questions from reporters. He gave her asignificant look. The yachting press.Answer their questions fully andfreely, and if you want to give credit to my brilliant plan for your success,Ithink it would only be just. Sula looked at him.This last was said in a jocular tone, but perhaps withmore emphasis than necessary. I think I d like to take a shower now, she said.She knew that showers werealways adjacent to the sterile ready rooms, and her whole body shrieked forsoap and hot water. Certainly.This way. He directed her to the changing room and politely held the door for her. I m likely be here awhile, she said. Take all the time you like. He smiled. By the way, I arranged a furloughfor you, starting in two days.It ll last until the death of Anticipation ofVictory, and then all furloughs are off anyway. He smiled again and let the door sigh closed behind her.Sula turned andpropped the door open with one hand.He looked at her, his heavy brows raised. Are you always this efficient? she asked.Martinez tilted his head as he considered the question. Yes, he said. Yes,I believe I am [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]