“You want me with you?”
Sanderson said.
“Why not?”
“I can’t,” she said. “I
don’t feel so good.”
“You can fix that.”
“I can’t,” she said again.
“I only have one strip left.”
“We’re about to get more.”
“We don’t know that.”
“You have to use your last
strip sometime.”
“I want to know I still
have it.”
“Shape up, major. I need
you with me, and I need you in good condition at midnight. I’ll leave you to
work out the timings.” (ibid, 335-336)
