"It did," Garvey said. "But I was able to jettison the furniture before it smoked me out. Now you'll have to excuse me, Eddie. I've got some unfinished business."
He started to walk away, Starbuck followed him.
"Look, boy, you'd better see a doctor. You aren't looking so good."
"I'm fine," Garvey said, his face set in an expression of implacable resolve.
Starbuck scratched his head and walked slowly to the control tower.
Garvey caught a heli outside the spaceport. His head was beginning to ache again, and his legs were shaky.
The surrogate's strength and tenacity had been unbelievable. If she had been operating at her full capacity, he would never have survived. But that last shot at point-blank range had done it. No organism was constructed to take punishment like that. Not for very long.
He reached his destination in the center of Boston and paid off the heli. He was still very weak, but resolutely he marched across the street and entered a plain gray-stone building. His legs wobbled under him, and he thought again how fortunate he was to have gotten the surrogate.
Of course, the surrogate, with her amazing vitality, had also gotten him.