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in.”
    She
waited, stared for a moment at Sammy, then turned her attention back into the
non-existent peephole. Her long red hair was matted in several places, sticking
up in others, and most of her teeth were a light brown, although she didn’t
look old. Sammy guessed she might be in her early or mid thirties.
    “Yes,”
she hissed through clenched teeth. “I copy that.” She touched her temple again
and paced, wringing her hands together as she did so.
    Sammy
watched her with his mouth hanging open.
    “You
a Beta, kid?”
    Due
to confidentiality agreements, Sammy could not answer that question.
    “Of
course you are. Which corps are you in?”
    “Huh?”
    “Which
corps,” she repeated slower. “Are. You. From?”
    “Uh.
. . . ” Sammy didn’t think he was allowed to answer her.
    “It’s
not a difficult question. Psion, Ultra, or Tensai.” She looked him over
skeptically. “You don’t seem very smart, so probably not a Tensai.” She darted
forward and smacked him on the cheek.”
    “What
the heck!” Sammy shouted. “Don’t touch me!”
    “Not
very fast, either. Not an Ultra. Is your dad or mom a senator or something? How
come you’re here?”
    “This
is my exam room! Get out!”
    The
woman continued to gaze at him with a creepy passivity that made Sammy very
uncomfortable. “Mission control, come in,” she said with her hand back on her
temple. “Possible spy spotted. Undercover child Thirteen, perhaps? Will observe
and report back. Over.”
    “I’m
not—” Sammy started to say in a heated tone as he glanced around the room for a
call button. Finally he saw it on the wall behind him and pushed it. “Whatever,
lady. You’re outta here. This is nuts.”
    The
lady’s pacing began anew. “What do you know about the CAG initiatives?
Poisoning water sources? Attacking energy plants? Creating chaos to destroy
civilization?” With each question she asked, her voice grew louder. She stepped
closer to Sammy until she was right in his face. “ Stripping citizens of
their basic rights ! What do you know about that?”
    “I
don’t know what you’re talking about!”
    She
sniffed him several times. “You reek of the CAG. Mission control, I have a
suspect. Possibly interrogation . . . even using hostile methods.” She crossed
over to the cabinets above the small sink and took things out at random. Then
she hurled them at him one by one.
    “Stop
it!” Sammy shouted as he covered himself with his arms.
    “Then
you stop pretending to belong in here!” She shoved him hard in the chest.
    Sammy
pushed her back. “Shut up! If you touch me again, I will hurt you. Get out of
this room!”
    “Mission
control—”
    “GET
OUT!” he ordered even louder.
    “Must
subdue at all—”
    Sammy
prepared to blast her away from him. His heart thundered as the familiar rush
of action threatened to conquer his reason. However, before he acted on that
impulse, the door burst open and three security guards came in. Two of them
grabbed the woman’s arms while a third prepared to tranquilize her.
    “CAG
AGENTS!” she screamed. “CAG AGENTS! HELP!”
    As
the chemicals took effect, the crazy lady’s eyes rolled back and closed, her
chin fell to her chest, and a long stream of drool fell from her lips. The
security guards dragged her to a wheelchair outside the door and were about to
wheel her away when Sammy called to them.
    “Do
you think you could find Doctor Rosmir and remind him that I’m waiting?”
    One
of the guards grunted something unintelligible as they escorted her away. Sammy
watched them go as the door closed. Then, with a long sigh, he threw himself
back onto the exam table and looked around for the ball, but it was gone. He
lay back and stared at the ceiling, remembering the time Commander Byron had
forced him to watch a video about proper etiquette. He wondered how many other
videos like that Byron had at his disposal. As bored as Sammy was right now,
watching another one didn’t seem like