And all the bulbs lit simultaneously. They were flashing red, white, and blue.

RWBRWBRWB

RWBRWBRWB

RWBRWBRWB

RWBRWBRWB

RWBRWBRWB

'Good with symbols; see, but the code's restricted. In the navy they had him wired into an audiovisual display.' She drew the narrow package from a jacket pocket. 'Pure shit, Jones. Want it?' He froze in the water and started to sink. I felt a strange panic, remembering that he wasn't a fish that he could drown. 'We want the key to Johnny's bank, Jones. We want it fast.'

The lights flickered, died.

'Go for it, Jones!'

____B____

BBBBBBBBB

____B____

____B____

____B____

Blue bulbs, cruciform.Darkness.

'Pure! It's clean. Come on, Jones.'

WWWWWWWWW

WWWWWWWWW

WWWWWWWWW

WWWWWWWWW

WWWWWWWWW

White sodium glare washed her features, stark monochrome, shadows cleaving from her cheekbones.

R___RRRRR

R___R____

RRRRRRRRR

____R___R

RRRRR___R

The arms of the red swastika were twisted in her silver glasses. 'Give it to him,' I said. 'We've got it.'

Ralfi Face. No imagination.

Jones heaved half his armored bulk over the edge of his tank, and I thought the metal would give way. Molly stabbed him overhand with the Syrette, driving the needle between two plates. Propellant hissed. Patterns of light exploded, sparking across the frame and then fading to black.

We left him drifting, rolling languorously in the dark water. Maybe he was dreaming of his war in the Pacific, of the cyber mines he'd swept, nosing gently into their circuitry with the Squid he'd used to pick Ralfi's pathetic password from the chip buried in my head.

'I can see them slipping up when he was de-mobbed, letting him out of the navy with that gear intact, but how does a cybernetic dolphin get wired to smack?'