“All right, we all know why we’re here.” Koslowski looked tired—eager to get it all over with. The room was crowded today, with Shifts One and Two crammed together in the same space. As Koslowski ran through the details of who’d be with Muttox on the inside of the stadium and who’d be helping Friedricks deal with the potential riot outside—details she’d gone through ten times or more already—Rico found himself looking around the room, examining each of the new faces in turn. Something was bothering him—a sensation in the back of his mind, a feeling that he was in two places at once. He’d had flashes of that occasionally all his life, from the clone tank on, but this time it was particularly acute, as if he’d defocussed his eyes and was seeing the same room from different angles. Come to think of it, the last time he’d felt anything like that was on a patrol with— “Dredd!” Rico looked up suddenly, assuming Koslowski was chiding him for being distracted—but she was looking across the room.
