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were staring imminent nonexistence in the face, and Marla’s heart softened toward<br />
them. “Or do you want us to stay?” she said. “Until…it’s over?”<br />
The Dalton at the desk looked at her for a moment, then shook his head. “No. No need.<br />
We might as well go alone. You’ve got more important things to do than watch us<br />
refresh out of existence.”<br />
“Okay,” Marla said. She paused before heading toward the door. “But, hey. Good luck<br />
outside the simulation. I’m sure it’s amazing on the other side.”<br />
The Dalton at the desk nodded and gave them a wave. Marla left, with B and Rondeau<br />
following.<br />
11<br />
B hung back with Rondeau as they followed Marla out onto Market Street, his mind still<br />
well and truly reeling from the events in Dalton’s office. Despite all the outlandish<br />
things he’d seen, the oddest thing—in a way—was the look of human feeling on<br />
Marla’s face when she wished the Daltons a pleasant afterlife. “That was almost sweet<br />
of her,” B said. “What she just said to them.”<br />
“Yeah,” Rondeau said. “It was.”<br />
“If I hadn’t just seen her transform into a vicious, golden-eyed monster draped in purple<br />
shadows, I’d almost call it tenderness.”<br />
“The thing about Marla is, you’ve got to embrace the contradictions,” Rondeau said.<br />
“The job she has to do, you have to be tough. I’m not saying she’s got a soft squishy<br />
center or anything, but there’s more to her than ass-whipping and blunt-force trauma. If<br />
there wasn’t, I wouldn’t be working for her.”<br />
B nodded. In his dream, the first dream about Marla, he’d felt a sense of connection, a<br />
depth of feeling, even a degree of enchantment with her. Reality hadn’t done much to<br />
reflect the dream, however. B had the definite sense that Marla was trying him out to<br />
see if he was the kind of tool she could use. And if he turned out to be useless, she’d<br />
toss him aside. He had to make sure that didn’t happen. If he didn’t stay with her, the<br />
city would be destroyed. She probably needed him in ways that hadn’t even occurred to<br />
her yet. Unfortunately, they hadn’t occurred to him yet, either. He didn’t know what the<br />
hell he was supposed to do. “So we’re going to the Tenderloin now?” he said, looking at<br />
Marla’s back, her steady stride down Market Street.<br />
Rondeau nodded.<br />
“Ah,” B said. “The fun just doesn’t stop. Does she even know how to get there?”<br />
Rondeau shrugged. “She’s got a bus schedule. We’re probably heading for a bus stop.”<br />
“I thought time was of the essence here? Shouldn’t we take a cab?”