He filled a tumbler with diet cola and clicked it against her glass. “Confusion to your enemies,” he toasted genially. “I’ll have them take you out by the Ishtar Gate. The procession’s gonna make things too crowded toward the Enlil Gate.” Both escorts magically appeared, and it was evident she was being dismissed. She had little desire to linger. “Don’t forget about the phase modulation, and looking in the oxygen lines. But even if I’m wrong about where the primer is, don’t forget: I’m the only one to build the Machine.” Floodlights brilliantly illuminated the Ishtar Gate. It was covered with
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