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long-st<strong>and</strong>ing thing he's had for her. He wonders how he can think of sex,<br />
even fleetingly, even with GRob, who's muscled up but looks like a woman,<br />
not a steroid queen like Perdue. Escape, he imagines. His hormones offering<br />
him an out. He still can't accept that Perdue is dead. She was a mad fucking<br />
soldier.<br />
"Punch yourself some downs," Baxter says to GRob. "Light level."<br />
GRob doesn't move to obey.<br />
"That's an order!" He looks to Wilson. "You, too."<br />
"That's not cool, man! We can't be doing downs we're in <strong>the</strong> shit!"<br />
"Hear what I said? That's an order!"<br />
"I already did up. When <strong>the</strong> wolves showed," Wilson says, not wanting<br />
to dull his edge. "I went way light, but I did up."<br />
Baxter eyes him with suspicion, <strong>the</strong>n says wearily, "They're shaitans,<br />
not wolves. I told you about 'em in <strong>the</strong> carrier."<br />
"I wasn't all <strong>the</strong> time listening."<br />
"Muslim hell got some devils resemble wolves. That's what we saw."<br />
"I thought this was supposed to be Paradise," Wilson says, <strong>and</strong> Baxter<br />
says, "Who <strong>the</strong> fuck knows? Maybe <strong>the</strong> ragheads back in <strong>the</strong> village weren't<br />
tellin' it straight. Maybe <strong>the</strong>y're chumpin' our ass. Wouldn't be <strong>the</strong> first<br />
time."<br />
GRob, keying up a drug mix, makes a disparaging noise. "We just<br />
gonna sit around <strong>and</strong> get high until <strong>the</strong> shit comes down? That <strong>the</strong> plan?"<br />
Baxter checks <strong>the</strong> mix on her computer, tells her to do up, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n says<br />
to Wilson, "Read <strong>the</strong> pearl for her."<br />
The interior of <strong>the</strong> pearl consists of chamber after chamber, what seems<br />
an infinite progression of rooms of varying proportions. Wilson reports this<br />
<strong>and</strong> Baxter says, "You got that, GRob? Infinite. There's this room, <strong>the</strong>n<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r … Get <strong>the</strong> picture?"<br />
GRob's leisurely tone reflects her new chemical constituency. "Naw,<br />
man. I don't got it. How's that possible?"<br />
"Right! I'm goin' explain this whole thing."<br />
She doesn't seem to notice <strong>the</strong> sarcasm in Baxter's voice <strong>and</strong> waits for<br />
him to deliver an explanation. Finally it appears to sink in. Her head droops<br />
to <strong>the</strong> side as if with <strong>the</strong> weight of acceptance that no explanation will be<br />
forthcoming. A smile touches <strong>the</strong> corners of her lips, <strong>the</strong> strain empties from<br />
her face. She might be seventeen, a sleepy girl waking after being with her<br />
lover, remembering <strong>the</strong> night <strong>the</strong>y had. "This is probably <strong>the</strong> way to go," she<br />
says.<br />
It's a vague statement, but Wilson, recognizing <strong>the</strong> hopelessness of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
situation, trapped inside a giant pearl that has no end, devils like werewolves<br />
roaming everywhere, without <strong>the</strong> guidance of comm<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> maybe sixty-<br />
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