A metal hand caught his wrist. “Your nerves are really shot, Nate,” said the silverplated robot. “Why are you in my room? The deal is you don’t—” “I’m your partner,” Sunny reminded the OCO agent. “This is an emergency.” “What’s an emergency?” “Frank Dockert has a rush assignment for us.” Pushing the looming robot aside, Anger tumbled free of the bed. “How do you know what Dockert wants?” “How else? We just talked on the phone.” “He’s supposed to deal with me. That’s the procedure we—” “You should appreciate the fact that I just saved your butt, Nate,” the big robot told him. “Rather than inform Frank that you were in here in the middle of the day sleeping off a hangover, I said you’d stepped out to—” “I was working last night until six AM. That’s the only reason—” “You’ve got very spindly legs for a chubby man.” “I’m in no way chubby.” Locating his trousers, Anger put them on. “Now what’s this urgent damned assignment?”
