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“I don’t know, but tend to doubt it from the data we have, from their setup at the warehouse. We’ll offer a cheaper version without the translator, but I project the translator feature—which will be steep—will be a main selling point. And there’s the added educational aspect.”
“Sure. Educational.” She tipped her head. “I hear . . .” She turned on the hill, and let out a stunned breath. A battle raged in the valley below. Hundreds of warriors, horses, fires. She was pretty sure she was watching a castle being sacked.
“More scope than I’ve seen in holo before, more range. It’s more like being in a vid. A really well-produced vid.”
“That’s only limited by your skill and imagination. The program will adjust, follow your choices, your strategy.”
“How do you stop it?”
“By simply telling the program to halt, pause, or change. In a multiplayer game, doing so would cost that player points or result in disqualification.”
“Yeah?” She turned back to him and didn’t he look amazing with all that black hair blowing in the wind, in that scarred leather and with a bright sword in his hand. “I won’t be calling time-out.” She lifted her sword. “Let’s play.”
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She set, planting her feet as she struck out. She heard the ring and clash as steel met steel, felt the force of it sing up her arm.
They eyed each other over the deadly vee.
“I take it you’ve fancied we’re enemies.”
“More fun that way,” she said, and spun back to return with another thrust.
He blocked, then worked her back a few paces. “That would depend.” He feinted, struck right, right again, then left. She repelled, a kind of testing denial before thrusting forward to force him back.
He swept up, under her guard, but she danced aside, then whirled, using the rotation to add speed and strength to the next attack.
“You’ve been practicing,” he commented while their blades whistled and sang.
“You, too.”
“Part of my job.” His blade clashed and shimmered against hers. “But you don’t see many cops in sword fights.”
“You never know.”
She knew him, knew he held back a bit. Knew he was amused by the situation, and that gave her an advantage. Using it, she smiled at him. “Sword’s got weight.” She gripped the hilt in both hands as if to test it, and when he lowered his sword a fraction, charged in.
She caught his shoulder, just a quick bite before he slapped her blade aside.
And she saw blood well.
“Oh Jesus. Oh shit. I cut you. How—”
“It’s not real.” He held up a hand before she could rush forward. They both knew he could have taken her down, ended the game in that moment of shock. “Just part of the program.” He inclined his head. “Your point, Lieutenant.”
“It could’ve happened that way. Something like that. Come on.” She used her free hand, wiggling her fingers in challenge. “Keep it
going.”
“It’s your game. And I’d say that’s enough of a warm-up.”
He came in hard, driving her back. She nearly lost her footing, felt the rush of displaced air and adrenaline as his blade whooshed by her face.
This time when she gripped the hilt in both hands it was to gain the power necessary to repulse the attack.
She felt the sting, could have sworn she smelled her own blood, when he scored a glancing blow on her hip.
“Your point.”
