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THE A-MEN | 37“You’re fucking kidding me?”“I assure you that I have no reason to. Now, shall we continuewith the tests?”I know nothing about myself. Nothing at all. And all I’m hearingis this. All I know is this.“No, I’ve got to see her. Talk to her. We can play doctors andnurses later.”“Unfortunately, that’s where you’re wrong.”“Why?”“You see, we don’t have a lot of time.”“Double why?”“Because in minus six E-Unit are scheduled for the drop.”“The drop?”“Earthside.”“What are you saying to me?”“I told you. About the city. The riots. Exxo macrocorp pullout.Don’t you remember?”Rattle in the chair. Make its multiple antenna tremble.“I’m saying that our unit – your unit – has been assigned emergencycode orange. It’s what you’ve all trained for. Sanada, Chase, Biggs andall the rest of the no-lifers we were assigned to take on at short notice.All one hundred and thirteen or us are listed for drop at eleven hundredhours. That’s minus six. As I said we don’t have much time.”My anger is again a brittle bush caught like tinder in the heat ofan eternal day in purgatory. A fragile withered plant. Reaching autoignitiontemperature. Flash point. Either or both or…“Fuck all this shit!” I scream, raving. “Fuck it up your ass!”Wrench upwards trying to break free from the chair’s cloyingembrace. Fail to snap my fetters the first time, so try again. The tannedmuscles of my arms strain, but the seat outdoes me.“There’s no way you’re getting me down there. No fucking way!I want none of this crap. I want out!”Dr Grisholm watches me ranting. Already the glowing pad is inhis hand. Already tapping in his notes.