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PHARMAKON, PHARMAKON
“They’re gone!” shouted Grimaldi’s voice. “We’re screwed!”
“Who’s gone?”
“There’s not a Krex anywhere in sight in shared territory,” Grimaldi said.
“They’re probably all at the same holiday party, no?” Luis said.
“Wherever they are, they made all the pods stop running! No one can get any-where!”
“I guess that’s ‘punitive.’,” Luis said. “So is the meeting rescheduled or—”
“This ain’t the worst of it, Luis.”
Luis sat up, figuring that whatever was coming would prevent him from getting back to bed.
“Gimme the worst of it, Jack,” Luis said, annoyed.
“Is the name Sheila Brentworth famil-iar?”
“Yeah, but I can’t place it.”
“Office admin over at Farmer Elemen-tary School. She’s in isolation at the Bureau. Picked her up last night. She’s exhibiting similar symp
