Zionite

The Zionite interrupted his piloting to glare back at him.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The Zionite executed a high forward somersault and rummaged through the contents of a zippered mesh bag, coming up with a coil of transparent tubing and something else, something sealed in a sterile bubble pack.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The Zionite was smil - ing, his head bobbing to a rhythm Case couldn't hear.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

He saw a bead of sweat arc out from the rainbow braided band of the purple cotton net the Zionite wore over his locks.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

This presented no problem when the thing took lefts, because Case sat on the right, but in the right turns the Zionite had to lean across Case and his gear, crushing him against the seat.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The Zionite helped him sit up, but the movement threw him into the savage rush of the betaphenethylamine, the blue derms burning against his left wrist.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The Zionite flicked a gloved finger at the column of zeros.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

"The Mute takin 'I an' I dock," the Zionite said, popping the hexhead into a mesh pouch at his waist.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The trodes rattled around Case's neck as he followed the Zionite.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010

The Zionite braced his foot against the white cage of a Swiss exercise machine and shot through the floating maze of paper, batting it away from his face.

Wonder Woman and the Lasso of Truth Boudreau Freret 2010