Considering his clairvoyant vision—Lucia’s face twisted in a snarl, the steel blade flashing with reflected light as it arcs into his gut—he would prefer to dispatch her with the words This is for Michael Rickenbah, followed at once by a bullet. However, he is a tool of the program, a status for which he is sure that he volunteered before amnesia was imposed on him. A hammer should not argue with the carpenter who wields it. Perhaps he once knew Michael Rickenbah. They might even have been dear friends. He has been told this is personal, and he will handle it that way even if it kills him. At
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