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Angela nodded, frowning, a little. It wasn't for Lena, of course, and certainly not for Slipstream. It was for the rest of them, to finally close that door held too long open. To gloat? But… I owe her a drink for that at least. Angela's posture shifted, and she blinked, hard, eyes suddenly wet, and she shuddered a little. I don't even know what that was. I did not… expect that answer. I had no idea - I honestly thought you might actually want to Clearly, not. Talk about her. Tell me why she mattered, outside the shit Talon put in my head.

Make me I have some ideas about where to hold the memorial, but the wake itself could be here, at the Chateau, if you are serious. I've also talked with Fareeha, a little - it has been very complicated between us for a while, but she told me about your visit when she She will be coming, too. To see her? We did ok. Talked shop, mostly.

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Kept it professional. Angela nodded, slowly, and even managed a ghost of a smile. I will let her know. The others Can you control yourself, if it stops being easy? But I am going to give my best effort. Guess I had to tell someone else eventually. Between the three of them I need to do this. A thought struck and her attention drifted slightly as she looked over at the window. You suppose people have asked her for stuff like that? If I had a magic arm to make stuff I sure as hell Cues such as "Soul - Misterioso" offer an understated longing with a dignity rare in modern blockbuster film making, while the waltz-like "Home" presents a sense of nostalgia akin to Maurice Jarre's Doctor Zhivago Clearly the temptation to introduce a balalaika proved just too much.

With the beginning of "Heroes" Wagner returns and is determined not to go away, though the chord progressions soon acquire a more traditionally Russian melancholy. The portrait of "Capt. Alexi Vostrikov" commences with appropriately Russian brassy grandeur, then turns into a more propulsive version of the main theme, leading to the moment when the disc finally takes fire with "Missile Launch - The Rescue", once more reworking Gladiator's take on Holst…. A score best appreciated for its concluding two tracks. Alexi Vostrikov" commences with appropriately Russian brassy grandeur, then turns into a more propulsive version of the main theme, leading to the moment when the disc finally takes fire with "Missile Launch - The Rescue", once more reworking Gladiator's take on Holst… So it is that the strongest cue on the disc is a montage entitled "Reactor - Selections from Voices of Light", and this is strange indeed because Voices of Light is a cantata by Richard Einhorn inspired by that composer's love of The Passion of Joan of Arc , and later used as the soundtrack to a DVD version of that film.

Here are eight minutes of extracts from that score as rearranged by Walter Murch. Fragments they may be, and rearranged fragments at that, but they leave a powerful impression. Indeed, enjoyable as parts of this current CD are most listeners will be more rewarded by the complete recording of Voices of Light , a simply superlative disc with spine tingling performances by early music ensemble Anonymous Four. Following this music is a hard act, but Badelt's final cue "Reunion", proves his most impressive simply for being so clearly indebted to Einhorn.

He knew two things: He would never return to prison. And no person, or institutions, or circumstances would ever stop him from being the man he wanted to be. As he rushed into the south wing of the bus terminal, Beck knew Packy Johnson would also never be able to have a completely normal life after prison. He would help Packy find a job, and a place to live. Perhaps someday Packy might have a relationship with a woman. Be part of a family. But lurking under it all would be the decades of incarceration that had changed him forever. Packy Johnson had gone to his first juvenile detention center at the age of ten with his twelve-year-old brother, Ramon.

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Their mother had been lost to drugs, and no family members had stepped up to take care of them. They had two older sisters, but they were barely able to fend for themselves. Within a year, Packy and Ramon took every opportunity they could to escape the hell of that first juvenile facility, where abuse had been a daily occurrence. They'd find a way to slip out and run the streets of East Harlem trying to find their mother, living a feral existence until the cops found them and returned them to the prisonlike juvenile institution, or later on to an overcrowded, repressive foster home.

By the time he was seventeen, Packy was a full-fledged drug addict and strong-arm robber.

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He was fearless, yet on some level utterly terrified by what he was capable of doing. He would rob anybody, at any opportunity, anywhere. He would take down a commuter walking to his car, a hooker and her john parked on a dark street in Hell's Kitchen, a pimp, another junkie, a businesswoman leaving an ATM, a drunk leaving a bar. He had a gun; he was strong; he burned with a crazed intensity, and could practically outrun a police car.


Packy never hesitated. When he shoved his gun into somebody's face, opposition evaporated. He hit hard and fast and moved faster. His only loyalty was to his brother, Ramon. When Packy went after two drug dealers who had threatened Ramon over a debt, he nearly killed both of them.

The assault sent Packy to prison for the next seventeen years, much of his sentence served at Clinton, where he and Beck had formed their friendship. Now, nine years later, on a muggy spring day in New York, James Beck's friend was about to take the monumental step from in prison to out of prison. Beck did not want to be one minute late for it. Unfortunately, Beck burned up five minutes running to the south terminal and finding out Packy's bus would be arriving back at the main terminal. He ran back to the main terminal and hustled through what looked to him like a cross between an old airport and a mall, trying to find the escalators that would take him up to gate He turned in to a long corridor with gate after gate angling into the passageway.

Gate was the farthest away.

The only passengers in the entire area were standing in one ragged line, their bags resting on the floor at their feet, waiting at gate Beck checked his watch. Only four minutes late, but there were no passengers in front of gate For a moment Beck thought, could I have missed everybody? He checked the information board at the gate to make sure he was at the right place. The schedule listed all the small towns where the bus stopped. Various notes and pages of information were taped to the board. It all seemed messy and improvised, but it did list Eastern Correctional Facility as one of the stops.

He checked back up the corridor and saw a blue rectangular booth with the company logo across the top: ShortLine.

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A fit-looking black man wearing a crisp white shirt sat at a desk in the booth. Beck tapped the window a few times to get his attention. When the man looked over at him, Beck pointed down the hall and shouted through the speaker vent: "Hey, what's with the bus that's supposed to be at gate three-thirteen?

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Beck waited patiently, trying to tamp down the anxiety tightening his chest. Why the fuck can't this go right today? Getting a prisoner released on parole from a maximum-security prison in New York State took an enormous amount of effort. Countless hours providing everything the facility parole officer required: Approvals for housing. Employment interviews. Enrollment in programs after release.

Assignment of a supervising parole officer, a field officer, confirmation of jurisdiction. There seemed to always be one more thing to do. Beck and his lawyer, Phineas Dunleavy, had been through it before. They had a third member of the team, Walter Ferguson, a senior parole officer who had helped navigate the rough patches, pushing and coordinating with the facility parole officer at Eastern Correctional to keep the wheels slowly turning. But if one person in the process went on vacation, or somebody dropped the ball, or lost a form, if a prisoner became sick, or suddenly got transferred to another facility, or any number of things happened, the process could be delayed for weeks and sometimes months.