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“Bullshit!” snapped Tarkus. “I don’t accept that. Parlane, there must be a master control. Some backup system. Something. If the devices were ever used on someone involved in creating them they’d want a way to turn them off again.”
“If there is, they never told me,” said the merchant. “All I know is the information you’ve got on the screen.”
Tarkus forced the barrel of his g*n against Parlane’s forehead, pushing hard as he glared at the arms dealer.
“In that case, what use to us are you?” Tarkus asked.
“Wait… wait! You’re probably right about the backup. They never told me, but they wouldn’t want anyone to know, would they? If you can’t find the cure which is matched to those particular devices in your friend then your best bet will be to try the manufacturer. And I know w
