Название: Icons
Автор: Margaret Stohl
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Книги для детей: прочее
isbn: 9780007520848
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“I am a machine,” Doc repeats.
I give up, looking at the round grating in the ceiling. “Was that another joke, Doc?”
“Yes. Did you find it funny?”
I hear a noise and turn to look at the door. The handle begins to turn on its own, and I feel a surge of relief.
“Yes, actually. Very.”
I grab the handle with both hands, pulling wide open the door of what the plaque tells me is Santa Catalina Examination Facility #9B.
Then I know I’m not going anywhere, because Lucas Amare and a crowd of Sympa soldiers are standing in my way.
EMBASSY CITY TRIBUNAL VIRTUAL AUTOPSY: DECEASED PERSONAL RELATED MEDIA TRANSCRIPT (DPRMT)
CLASSIFIED TOP SECRET
Assembled by Dr. O. Brad Huxley-Clarke, VPHD
Note: Media Transcript conducted at the private request of Amb. Amare
Santa Catalina Examination Facility #9B
Embassy City Chronicle, the Lower Californias
Urban Crime Desk
GRASSGIRL FOUND DEAD, BELIEVED SUICIDE
Santa Catalina
Local authorities were stymied upon discovering the body of a youthful Grass female floating in the waters off Santa Catalina Island. The Embassy headquarters, home to high-ranking officials, as well as the Ambassador, expressed ignorance regarding the circumstances of the female’s death.
The deceased, whose name has not been released to the media for security considerations, lived on the island and attended the Santa Catalina Institute.
“We’re as in the dark as you are,” noted Dr. Brad Huxley-Clarke, who oversaw the autopsy. He declined further comment.
“She seemed adequately happy,” said Colonel Catallus, the deceased’s instructor. “From her behavior, you wouldn’t have surmised anything was wrong.” When pressed for further details, he noted she “apparently loved animals” and was a “tolerably good person.”
9
THE AMBASSADOR
“Going somewhere?” Lucas shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, as soon as he says it. He never moves his eyes from mine and I understand immediately. Not here as a friend.
“Who, me?” My eyes linger on the weapons strapped flat against the soldiers’ hips. I curse myself for not hiding my chestpack beneath my sweater, like usual. “Just thought I heard something out here. Which I guess I did.”
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