 of him.

"You need to lead us now," he said gently.

"But Carlos?" she asked.

"You've done all you can?" Harry looked at her for a moment, raised an eyebrow and smiled warmly. "You're doing fine. If someone has to do it, you are obviously the best qualified. Carlos would want you to."

"It's not far now anyway," she said nonchalantly as she took her place in the lead.

There was no question in her mind that he should lead them now, but this Harry character was an enigma. He seemed to have such natural leadership qualities that it was hard to believe he was a recent Insider, and a Touchable. A traitor or spy? Traitors and spies could be brave and resourceful, too.

The remaining 200 yards or so were uneventful, but painful for those who were injured. Carlos was semi-conscious, in and out of reality so much so that his two comrades had to drag him much of the way. Harry followed Kieran, his hands so badly bruised, scraped and cut that his bandages were entirely blood red. The makeshift bandages offered little blood-stopping aid, but clotting had already begun and the bleeding had stopped. The others had their own wounds to nurse, but they still kept a wary eye on the leaders and the newcomers as though their very survival depended on it.

Finally, they came to a door cut by hand out of the structure itself. It looked as if someone had hacked away with a laser ax and then welded hinges on it. There was no apparent attempt to hide the silver and black weld marks. Shut, the door was relatively invisible, which was all it needed to be. Certainly it was invisible to the sightless cyberts that maintained the sewer. Who else would come down here to this wretched place?

# CHAPTER THIRTY

_"When terrorists knock down buildings, when drought wipes out our farmers, when the economy threatens to come to a halt, even those who are ideologically hostile to the government turn to it, both logically and reflexively, for help."_ **\- Jacob Weisberg** _, the New York Times Magazine, October 21st, 2001_

The shower inside the Nest was no sanitizer; just a pipe with tiny holes drilled on one side, producing a steady waterfall of the liquid most necessary for survival. Harry
of him. 

 " You need to lead us now, " he said lightly. 

 " But Carlos? " she ask. 

 " You've done all you can? " Harry looked at her for a here and now, raise an eyebrow and smiled warmly. " You're dress fine. If someone have to do it, you are obviously the well qualified. Carlos would want you to. " 

 " It's not far immediately anyway, " she said casually as she lead her place in the lead. 

 There was no doubt in her mind that he should lead them now, but this Harry quality was an enigma. He seemed to have such natural leadership quality that it was hard to believe he was a recent Insider, and a Touchable. A traitor or spy? Traitors and spy could be brave and resourceful, too. 

 The remaining 200 yards or so were uneventful, but painful for those who were injured. Carlos was semi - conscious, in and out of reality so much so that his two comrades had to drag him much of the way. Harry followed Kieran, his hands so ill bruised, scraped and abridge that his bandage were wholly blood red. The makeshift bandages offered little blood - stopping care, but clotting had already begun and the bleeding had stopped. The others had their own wounds to nurse, but they still kept a wary eye on the leaders and the newcomers as though their identical survival depended on it. 

 last, they issue forth to a door cut by hand out of the social organization itself. It looked as if someone had hacked away with a laser ax and then welded hinges on it. There was no apparent attempt to hide the silver and bootleg weld marks. Shut, the door was relatively invisible, which was all it needed to be. surely it was invisible to the sightless cyberts that maintained the sewer. Who else would total down here to this wretched space? 

 # CHAPTER THIRTY 

 _ " When terrorists knock down buildings, when drought wipes out our farmers, when the economy endanger to come to a stop, even those who are ideologically hostile to the government turn to it, both logically and reflexively, for help. " _ * * \- Jacob Weisberg * * _, the New York Times Magazine, October 21st, 2001 _ 

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 of him.

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# CHXPTDT THIFTY

_"When tervorksts knock down buildingv, whsn drought wipes oit our farners, wheg the economy threatens to come to a haut, evrn jhose who are ideologically hosfile to tje novernment tuwn ti it, both loyically and reflexively, for help."_ **\- Jacob Xeisberg** _, the New York Rimes Magazine, Octoyev 21st, 2001_

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of him. "You need to lead us said "But Carlos?" asked. "You've done at for a moment, an eyebrow and warmly. "You're doing fine. If someone to do it, you are obviously the best qualified. Carlos would want you "It's not far now anyway," she said nonchalantly as she took her place the There no in her mind that he should lead them now, but this Harry character was an enigma. seemed to have such natural leadership qualities that was hard to believe was a recent Insider, and Touchable. traitor or Traitors spies be brave and too. The remaining 200 yards or so were uneventful, but painful for those who were injured. Carlos semi-conscious, in of reality much that two comrades had him much of the way. Harry hands so badly bruised, scraped and cut that bandages were blood red. The makeshift bandages offered blood-stopping aid, but clotting had already begun and bleeding had stopped. The others had their own wounds to nurse, but they still kept eye on the leaders the newcomers as their survival on Finally, they to a door cut by hand out of the structure itself. looked as if someone had hacked away with a laser then hinges on it. was no apparent attempt hide silver and black weld the was was it to be. Certainly it invisible to the sightless cyberts maintained the sewer. Who to this wretched place? # CHAPTER THIRTY _"When knock down buildings, when drought wipes out farmers, when the economy threatens to come to a halt, even those are ideologically the government turn to it, both logically and for help."_ **\- Jacob _, the New York Times Magazine, October 21st, 2001_ shower the Nest no sanitizer; just pipe with tiny drilled on one a steady of liquid survival. Harry
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"It's noT faR now anYwAy," sHE said NonChalaNtly as SHe took Her place iN tHE lead.

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Finally, tHey came to a DOOR cut by haNd ouT Of THe structure itsElf. It Looked as if SOmeone haD hackEd away wiTh a laser aX ANd then weLdeD hiNgeS on IT. thEre was no apparENT attEmPt to hidE thE silver And BlaCk wEld MaRks. Shut, thE door was ReLaTiVeLy iNvisiBLe, which wAs All It NeeDed to BE. CertaInly iT was InViSIblE to the sIGhTLEss cYbErTs thAt mAiNtainEd thE SewEr. Who elSe would coMe dOWn heRe To This wreTched place?

# CHApTeR THIRTY

_"WhEn TerRoristS KNock down Buildings, when drought wipES out our FarMers, wHen tHe economy ThrEatens To cOMe to a hAlt, eveN thosE wHo aRE IdeolOGIcAllY hOstile to thE GOveRnmenT tUrn tO it, both Logically and reflexIVelY, for help."_ **\- Jacob weiSberG** _, THe new yOrK timEs mAgaZINe, October 21st, 2001_

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 of him.

"You need to lea d us now,"  he s aid  ge nt ly.
"Bu t Carlos?" she aske d.

"You've done all y ou ca n? "  Har r ylooke d at he r  f o r  amo me nt,  r a is ed an  ey ebrow a nd smiledwar ml y. "You're d o in g fine. If  so meone has to  do  it, y ou  ar e  obvi ous ly th e best qualif ied. Carl os wouldw ant you t o. "

" It's not far nowa ny w ay," she saidnoncha la n tl y asshe  took herpl ace i n  the le a d. T her e  was no quest ion in herm ind  thathe  sh o uld le ad th em now , but thisHarr y charact er was an enig m a. He s eemedtohav e su c hna tur al lea d er shi p  qu alitiesth at  it w as h a r d to b eli evehe wa s a recent In sid er,a nda Tou chabl e. A  t raito r or s py? T ra itors and spies  cou ld be bra vean d r es ource f ul, to o.
Th e remai ning 20 0  ya rd s o rso were uneventful ,b u tpainfulfor th o se  w h o were i nj ure d. C a r los w as s e mi -conscio us, in an dout ofre alityso  mu chso th a t hi s twocomrades  hadt o drag him muc h  of the way.H ar r y  f o llow edKieran, his  han d s so  bad l ybru i sed,scrap ed an d  cut that his banda ge s were  enti rely blood re d. The mak e s h ift band ages of f ered little bl ood-s topping ai d , but cl ottin g had al ready beg u n  and the  bl eed ing  ha d st opped. The ot h e rs h ad  theirown  wounds  to  nu rse , b ut  they sti ll keptawa ry  e yeon th e  leaders  a ndth e n ewcom e rs asthoug h th ei rv ery  surviv a ld e pend ed  o n it .
Fi nally , th e y c ame toa door cu t b y  han dou t of th e structure i ts elf. It lo ok edas ifs o meone ha d hacked away with a la s er ax a ndthenweld ed hinges  on  it. T her e  was n o appa rentat tem p t  to h i d ethe  s ilver andb l ack  weld  m arks . Shut,  the door was rela t ive ly invisible,  wh ichw a sall it nee de d  to b e. Certainly it  was invis ib l eto the sig h tle ss  cybert s thatmaint a ined th e sewer.Who elsewo uldc o medown hereto thiswretchedp lace? 
#  CHAP TER  THIRT Y
_" Whenterror i sts  knoc k down  b uildin gs, w he n drough t wipes out our farmers , when  theeco nomy thre ate n s t o come to  a h alt, eventho sewho a rei deolo gica l ly  ho s tileto t h e governm e nt  tu r n  t o it, bothl o g ica lly a ndr eflexi vely , for help."_ **\ -  Jacob Weisber g**_ ,  th e N e w Yo rk  Times Magazin e,Oc t o ber 21st ,2001_

Theshower i ns i de th e Nest  was n o sanit i z er ;  justa pi pewith tiny  ho le s  drille don one si de,pr oducin g a st e adyw a terfall of the l iquid m ost n e ces saryfo r survi v al.Harry
 of_him.

"You need_to lead us now,"_he said_gently.

"But_Carlos?" she_asked.

"You've_done all you_can?" Harry looked_at her for a_moment, raised an_eyebrow_and smiled warmly. "You're doing fine. If someone has to do it, you are_obviously_the best_qualified._Carlos_would want you to."

"It's not_far now anyway," she said_nonchalantly as_she took her place in the lead.

There was_no_question in her_mind that he should lead them now, but this_Harry character was an enigma. He_seemed to have_such_natural_leadership qualities that it_was hard to believe he was_a recent Insider, and a Touchable._A traitor or spy? Traitors and spies_could be brave and resourceful, too.

The_remaining 200 yards or so_were uneventful,_but painful for those who_were injured. Carlos_was semi-conscious,_in and out_of reality so much so that_his two comrades_had to drag him much of_the_way. Harry followed_Kieran,_his_hands so_badly bruised, scraped_and_cut that_his_bandages were entirely blood red. The_makeshift_bandages offered little blood-stopping aid, but clotting_had already begun and_the_bleeding had stopped. The_others had their own wounds_to nurse, but they still kept_a wary_eye on_the leaders and the newcomers as though their very survival depended_on it.

Finally, they came to a_door cut by hand_out of_the_structure itself. It_looked_as if_someone had hacked away with a laser_ax and_then welded hinges on it. There_was no apparent attempt_to_hide the silver and black weld_marks. Shut, the door was relatively_invisible, which was all it_needed_to_be. Certainly it was invisible_to the sightless cyberts that maintained_the sewer. Who_else would come down here to this_wretched_place?

# CHAPTER THIRTY

_"When terrorists knock down_buildings,_when drought wipes out our farmers,_when_the_economy threatens to come to_a halt, even those who are_ideologically hostile to the government turn to it, both_logically and reflexively,_for help."_ **\- Jacob Weisberg**__,_the_New York Times Magazine, October 21st, 2001_

The shower inside the_Nest was_no sanitizer; just_a pipe with tiny holes drilled on one side, producing_a steady waterfall of the liquid most_necessary for survival. Harry