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  “But we knew you wouldn’t do that,” Vann said. “So we decided to press our luck.”

  “There was no script-flipper either,” Hubbard said.

  “If we had that, we would have led with that,” I said. “And then we would have made you watch your company burn.”

  “Now, go, Hubbard,” Vann said. “My colleagues are waiting for you. You’ve got a lot to answer for.”

  Hubbard left, which was not noticeable.

  Nicholas Bell surfacing was. He shook himself, almost knocking over his chair, and sucked in his breath. “Jesus,” he said.

  “Nicholas Bell,” Vann said.

  “Yes,” Bell said. “Yes. It’s me.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Vann said.

  “Hold still,” I said, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “I need to get you out of these cuffs.” I undid him. He shook out his arms and rubbed his wrists.

  “Mr. Bell,” Vann said.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “What Hubbard said about Johnny Sani,” Vann asked.

  Bell nodded. “It was true,” he said.

  “I’m sorry you had to watch that,” Vann said.

  Bell laughed, shakily. “It’s been a long week,” he said.

  “Yes,” Vann said. “That it has.”

  “I hate to say this,” I said, to Bell. “But we need to have you answer some questions. We need you to tell us everything you saw or heard while Hubbard had control of your body.”

  “Trust me, I intend to tell you everything I know about that son of a bitch,” Bell said. “But there’s something I really would like to do before I do that. If I can. If you don’t mind.”

  “Of course,” Vann said. “Tell us what you would like to do.”

  “I’d really like to see my sister now,” Bell said.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  VANN POINTED AT the stage in front of the Lincoln Memorial, where the speakers for the Haden march stood. “Your father looks pretty good up there,” she said, nodding toward Dad, standing next to President Becenti and Cassandra Bell, held in a portable cradle.

  “He looks like an ant,” I said. “Which for my father is pretty impressive.”

  “We could get closer to the stage if you want,” she said. “The rumor is, you know a guy.”

  “I do,” I said. “But I think we’re fine where we are.”

  Vann and I stood at the periphery of the crowd, far down the Mall from the stage and the speeches.

  “No riots,” Vann said. “I wouldn’t have put money on that yesterday morning.”

  “I think the Hubbard thing took the air out of those sails,” I said. News of Hubbard’s and Schwartz’s arrests was significant enough to escape the news dead zone of a late Saturday afternoon. We made sure that everyone had as much information as they wanted on the details. Saturday night in D.C. was no more filled with incident than most Saturday nights. Sunday was Sunday.

  “We dodged a bullet,” Vann said, agreeing. “In a general sense. You took several.”

  “Yes,” I said. “If I have learned anything this week, it’s to invest in economy threeps. I can’t afford this sort of attrition.”

  “Yes, you can,” Vann said.

  “Well, yeah,” I said. “I can. But I don’t want to.”

  We walked the Mall, her in her sling and me in a borrowed threep. She glanced back toward the stage. “You could have been up there,” she said. “Standing there with your father. You’re still famous enough that you could have given his deal with the Navajo even more credibility.”

  “No,” I said. “Dad’s got credibility to burn, even after this week. And I don’t want that life anymore. There’s a reason I’m an FBI agent, Vann. I want to be useful for something else other than as a poster child.”

  “The Hadens could still use a poster child,” Vann said. “Abrams-Kettering still takes effect at midnight. Things are going to get harder from here. A lot harder.”

  “Someone else can do that job,” I said. “I think I’m better at doing this job.”

  “You are,” Vann said. “At least this week you were.”

  “They’re not all like this, right?” I said. “The weeks, I mean.”

  “Would it be so bad if they were?” Vann asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes. It would.”

  “I did say I was going to ask a lot of you,” Vann said. “On that first day. You remember.”

  “I remember,” I said. “I’m not going to lie to you. I kind of just thought you were trying to scare me.”

  Vann smiled and patted my shoulder. “Relax, Shane,” she said. “It gets better from here.”

  “I hope so,” I said.

  “Excuse me,” someone said. We looked over and there was a threep, standing with a few other people. It pointed to Vann. “You’re that FBI agent. The one that arrested Lucas Hubbard.”

  “Yes,” Vann said. “One of them.”

  “How cool!” the threep said, and then motioned at the group. “Would you mind? If we got a picture?”

  “No,” Vann said. “Be happy to.”

  “Awesome,” the threep said. Then it and the group began to crowd around Vann. One of them handed me a camera.

  “Would you mind?” she asked.

  “Not at all,” I said. “Everybody crowd in.” They crowded in.

  “You’re loving this, aren’t you,” Vann said.

  “Just a little,” I said. “Now. Everyone say ‘cheese.’”

  Acknowledgments

  As always, I think it’s important to acknowledge the people behind the scenes at my publisher, Tor Books, who make such an effort to getting my books to you. This time around, these include Patrick Nielsen Hayden, my editor; Miriam Weinberg, his assistant; Irene Gallo, art director; Peter Lutjen, cover designer; Heather Saunders, interior designer; and Christina MacDonald, copy editor. Also Alexis Saarela, my publicist, and of course Tom Doherty, publisher of Tor.

  It’s also important to thank Ethan Ellenberg, my agent, and Evan Gregory, who handles my foreign sales. They do a frankly fantastic job for me, and I’m lucky to have them.

  Thanks also to Steve Feldberg at Audible and to Gillian Redfearn at Gollancz.

  Many thanks to friends and readers who have cheered me on and/or been there as welcome distractions when I needed to be distracted. This list is very long, so rather than list it out, assume that you’re on it. Thanks, y’all.

  I really mostly just want to thank my wife, Kristine Blauser Scalzi. I wrote this book in 2013, which was in many important ways a really amazing year for me (I won a Hugo for Best Novel in it, for Redshirts, as just one salient example), but also very, very stressful. Simply put, she was the one who had to put up with me. That she did so with love and patience and encouragement instead of strangling me, throwing my remains into a wood chipper, and then pretending she had never been married to me at all is a testament to the fact that she is, in fact, the single best person I know. I love her more than I actually express in words—an irony for a writer—and am every day genuinely amazed I get to spend my life with her.

  I try to let her know how much I appreciate her, as often as I can. This is me letting the rest of you know, too. You have this book because of her.

  —John Scalzi, 11/29/13

  Tor Books by John Scalzi

  Note: Within series, books are best read in listed order.

  THE OLD MAN’S WAR SERIES

  Humanity has finally made it into interstellar space. But the planets fit to live on are scarce—and alien races willing to fight us for them are common. So: we fight. Far from Earth, the war has been going on for decades: brutal, bloody, unyielding. And they don’t want young people for fighters.

  Old Man’s War

  The Ghost Brigades

  The Last Colony

  Zoe’s Tale

  The Human Division

  Short Fiction in the series: “After the Coup”

  STAND-ALONE FICTION

  The Android’s Dream: Earth i
s on the verge of war with a vastly superior alien race. A lone man races to find the one object that can save our planet and our people from alien enslavement—a sheep. Yes, a sheep. And just wait until you read Chapter One.

  Agent to the Stars: Thomas Stein, one of Hollywood’s hottest young agents, knows a thing or two about closing deals. But negotiating for an entire alien race—a hideous and smelly one—is going to require all the smarts, skills, and wits he can muster.

  Your Hate Mail Will Be Graded: Some of the best and most popular Whatever entries from the first ten years of the blog—a decade of Whatever, presented in delightfully random form, just as it should be.

  METAtropolis: Five original tales set in a shared urban future—from some of the hottest young writers in modern SF.

  Fuzzy Nation: ZaraCorp holds the right to extract unlimited resources from the planet Zarathustra as long as it’s certifiably free of native sentients. When the planet’s native Fuzzies turn out to be intelligent, language-using beings, well, ZaraCorp has a problem.

  Redshirts: Winner of the Hugo Award for Best Novel! The starship ensigns were expendable…until they started comparing notes.

  Lock In: Fifteen years from now, a new virus sweeps the globe. Most experience nothing worse than fever and headaches, but 1%—that’s 1.7 million people in the United States—find themselves fully awake and aware yet “locked in” in this novel of our near future.

  STAND-ALONE SHORT FICTION

  “The President’s Brain is Missing”

  “The Shadow War of the Night Dragons, Book One: The Dead City: Prologue”

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  About the Author

  JOHN SCALZI is one of the most popular and acclaimed SF authors to emerge in the last decade. His massively successful debut, Old Man’s War, won him science fiction’s John W. Campbell Award for Best New Writer. His New York Times bestsellers include The Last Colony, Fuzzy Nation, and Redshirts, which won 2013’s Hugo Award for Best Novel. Material from his widely read blog, Whatever (whatever.scalzi.com), has also earned him two other Hugo Awards. He lives in Ohio with his wife and daughter.

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  LOCK IN

  Copyright © 2014 by John Scalzi

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  1. Virus diseases—Fiction. 2. Epidemics—Fiction. 3. Isolation (Hospital care)—Fiction. 4. Virtual reality—Fiction. 5. Paranormal fiction. I. Title.

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