Matrix of Pain

You, however, I have heard all about. If you did not want to join me in Scotland, you had only to say so, you silly girl. There was no need to run away with Patton to end our affair.” “Asshole.” She smiled. “You hear I almost got waxed?” “They told me,” he said, the levity disappearing from his voice. “They said the fascists tried to murder you, along with some GIs.” Duffy sighed, feeling ragged and all too fragile. “They killed all those boys,” she said, shaking her head. “Woulda killed me, too, but I was so covered in mud and crap by that stage they didn’t see that I was wearing matrix armor. I don’t think they even realized I was a chick. And the boys kept it quiet, God bless ’em. It was kind of a rush job. Not up to the usual efficient SS standards when it comes to atrocities. Himmler is gonna be pissed.” She found a relatively comfortable position and settled into the pillows. “So if you can’t tell me where you’ve been, can you at least say where you’re going?” “Back to Scotland, like I told you. I was delayed in France by a broken heart.” She chuckled, and then winced at the pain. “Jesus, Ronsard, you’ll fucking kill me where the Nazis failed.” Julia felt the ship climb up a precipitous wall of water, hover in the air, and come crashing down on the other side with an almighty hollow boom ...»