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It probably didn't much matter either way, but that sort of professional consideration was programmed into him on an almost instinctual level.
He stepped out onto the sidewalk and turned towards the local subway station.
It was a warm, sunnily pleasant day, as if deliberately designed to mock his gloomy thoughts, and he ambled along. He was halfway to the stairs leading down to the subway when someone stepped up close behind him. Instincts jangled, but before he could do more than inhale once, something hard pressed against the base of his spine.
"Keep walking . . . Firebrand," a voice said very quietly somewhere behind his left ear.
In all the bad holo dramas Harahap had ever seen, the steely-eyed, strong-jawed intelligence agent would have swept backwards with his elbow, catching his invisible assailant unerringly in the solar plexus, simultaneously disarming and disabling him. Then he would have paused to straighten his jacket before turning to his whooping, gasping foe, collecting his dropped weapon, and t