The arm hit me at the same time as the realisation that Lincoln had told the barge to go to the second backup meeting point. I did not have a lot of time to follow that thought as the arm that I had been holding against my chest wriggled and flexed before jerking up and the hand grasped my throat and squeezed with very considerable force. Far more force than just muscle could provide. It was beginning to threaten the suit when I darted it into submission, and it fell to the floor where it continued slight twitching.
“No need for violence,” said Lincoln. “You could just have told it about strategic disagreements with the Quill Alliance, that would have knocked it out right away.”
Lanken’s Tears, all I had done was to mention, in passing, that I had just read a wonderful book about strateg
