Two Social Security Agents flanked the Prime Minister's chair. One of them was Shreck. Carswell was dismayed to find the other physically identical. They both stared impassively with those characteristically dead eyes.
"Have you met Reich and Shreck?" the PM asked conversationally. "Two of my best agents. They're twins you know. Quite remarkable."
The two men ignored his polite nod, but there was a faint hint of malicious humour around – Shreck's? – eyes. Another man joined them. He leaned against the panes of the glass wall and gazed out at the flowerbeds beyond. The reflection revealed a bar code. He felt his spine shudder.
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