Forty-threeCurtis dragged the body out of the room by the feet. Tears, handing back the g*n to Lysander, got down on his haunches and helped Ana sit up.
She appeared shaken, but angry. “Why did you do that?”
“What, kill him?” Tears shrugged. “From what I've just heard, I doubt if I have. What was the word used, Professor?”
“Regenerate,” said Lysander from the corner. He was putting the g*n into a desk drawer. “Within thirty minutes he will be as new. A militiaman, 'A' class. Very tough, very dangerous.” He put a hand against his face and fell down into a chair. “I had no idea. When he came to the door, told me about you and Ana…” He shook his head, dropping his hand to his knees. “It's my fault.”
“Don't be stupid,” said Ana, taking hold of Tears' arm and pulling herself up. “If it's an
