“Please,” Junebug said with a week laugh, “WIthout me you would be scattered across a city block.” She didn’t quite remember the specifics but it seemed like the thing to say. Her memory seemed to be clearing and a cool sensation was spreading down her right arm there was a quiet whir as a pneumatic pump delivered medication. There was a confused jumble of memories that seemed to seperate out into a half dozen battlefieds.

“It was nearly you who were scattered all over the pavement,” Neil pointed out. Sayeeda made a dismissive gesture down at her medicomp encased body.

“Everything still on the inside, mostly at any rate,” she said, “beside if I bitched every time I got a little blown up I’d never shut up.”

York, still hovering put on a patronizing smile.

“Well I’ll leave you to your reunion,” the spy said, fluffing his mustache with his hand in a way that was meant to convey comradely bonhomie. Junebug fixed him with a steady stare. She had seen men and women like him before. In what Andor’s armored euphemistically called ‘the field police’. They looked human enough at first but their work turned them into something else. He reached the med bay door and looked back over his shoulder.

“I’m sure Mr Edwards will be happy to fill you in on the details of our arrangement,” and with that he was gone. Junebug opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about when a calm female voice sounded over the public alert system. It sounded like a real voice rather than a synthesized computer simulation.

“All hands prepare for insertion.” All around them the medics grabbed hold of whatever solid surface was to hand. The medicomp tightened around Junebug’s body. A tone sounded followed rapidly by two more sequentials and then there was a sudden shuddering sensation and Junebug felt like she was about to vomit up her internal organs. Then the universe seemed to relax. They were in the RIP. Junebug arched her eyebrow at Neil.

“I’m sure Mr Edwards will be happy to fill me in on the details of this arrangement…”