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THE LOST CITY OF LOS ANGELES
lator headset as I went. I sprinted through the brush, knowing the android would be turning to watch me. It would choose its mo-ment and come after me.
Then I heard the twang and hiss of a crossbow and a thunk as the bolt struck the android. Running behind a tree bole, I paused to look—and saw that the android, though unhurt, was turning toward the source of the attack. Suppose this “cunning plan” of mine cost Calli her life?
It was even now moving toward her. I ran toward the brink of the cliff, to the edge of the clearing in a spot where it was hidden by manzanita and tree trunks. Another twang, hiss and thunk. I glanced over and saw the android closer to Calli. And the artificial man was faster than I’d hoped. I ran to the edge of the cliff, angling
