He approached that aisle carefully and turned into it with his pistol firing—but Symington had already done the job for him. The two robots that had lain in ambush there were now smoldering piles of metal. Hawker checked the numbers on the pillars and realized this was the aisle that probably contained Green’s file.
A quick check confirmed Symington was dead, but Green was very much alive and returning slowly to his full awareness. Hawker bent and wearily lifted his friend to his feet, then staggered down the aisle until he found the pillar with the proper number.
He set Green down with his back to the pillar while he searched out the proper triangular plastic insert. It was there, about shoulder height, glowing a bright pink. Hawker tried to pry it from its socket, but either it was emb
