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flying toward Vancouver moved through the clouds like great
cold water fish.
Gonzales got a quick view of a square where white and yellow
searchlights played across a concrete landscape, and a gangling
assemblage of pipe and wire stepped crab-wise as it sprayed a
brick wall: a graffiti robot, a machine built and set loose to
scrawl messages to the world at large. Gonzales could only read
GENT OF CHAN
With a sigh from its turbines, the limo slowed to exit into
North Seattle Airtrack, then turned into the private field access
road. A wire gate opened in front of them as it received the
codes the limo sent. Near the SenTrax hangar waited a swing-wing
exactly like the one that had taken Gonzales from Pagan to
Bangkok. Gonzales climbed into the plane, placed his bag and the
memex's shock-cases into the plane's baggage locker, seated
himself, and pulled his shoulder harness tight.
The swing-wing rose into clouds and fog. After a while, the
blank whiteness out the windows and steady noise of the swing-
wing's engines lulled Gonzales into a light sleep that lasted
until the ascending scream of engine noise told him they were
landing.
As the plane tilted, Gonzales saw the blue sheet of Lake
Tahoe stretching away to the south, then a patch of green lawn on
the water's edge that grew bigger as the swing-wing made its final
pproach to Traynor's estate.
>From his six years' work with Internal Affairs, the past two
as independent auditor, Gonzales knew quite a bit about Frederick
Lewis Traynor, his boss. Traynor had wealth sufficient for even
the most extravagant tastesit was his family's, and he had known
nothing elsebut power whose smallest touch could shape lives,
imprint stone, that he longed for. From his position as head of
Internal Affairs, one of SenTrax's most powerful divisions, he
plotted ascent to the SenTrax Board; he wanted to be one of the
twenty people who had moved beyond negotiation and compromise,
whose desires were reality, whims action.
In fact, Traynor had already achieved a level of eminence
that is privileged, when it wishes, not to exist. His house and
land occupied a chunk of the North Shore of Lake Tahoe where there
had once been two casino-hotels and a section of state highway.
The hotels had been demolished, the highway diverted. The grounds
were now surrounded by a four-meter high fence of slatted black
steelalarmed, hot-wired, and robot-patrolled. The estate showed
on no map or record of purchase, ownership or taxation; neither
did the man himself.
When Gonzales stepped out of the plane onto a great expanse
of green lawn, Traynor waited to meet him. He was short and
pudgy, and his skin was pale. His sparse hair lay limp in dark
curls on his skull. On his feet were soft black slippers, and he
wore an embroidered silk robegreen and blue and white and red,
with rearing dragons across back and front. He thought of himself
as Byroniceccentric and interesting, afflicted by geniusbut to
Gonzales and many others he appeared simply petulant and self-
indulgent.
Traynor stretched his arms wide and said, "Mikhail," giving
the name three syllables, saying it right, then took Gonzales in a
brief hug. Traynor then stood back and looked at him and said,
"You don't look too bad."
"Is that why you brought me here, to look at me?"
Traynor shrugged. "For that, maybe, and to talk to you about
your next job. Besides, I like you."
Gonzales supposed that Traynor did like him, in his peculiar
boss's and rich man's way. Particularly, he seemed to like the
fact that Gonzales wasn't awed by the outward and visible
manifestations of his money and power.
"Good breeding," Traynor had said to him once. "That's your
secret: patrician and plebian blood mixed." Mikhail
Mikhailovitch Gonzales was of mixed blood indeed; among others,
Russian Jews and Hispanics from Los Angeles on his