"Orders, sir," the man said.
"Whose orders?"
"Yours, sir. You said she was sound of body. How else could I find
out?"
Cameron scowled and thrust a scalpel deep into the girl's thigh. She
looked at him with a tear-stained face, but didn't move a muscle.
"Plastissue, as any fool can see," he commented dourly.
The guard looked revolted and started to lead her out.
"Let her go," snapped the doctor. "Both of you will be safer, I
think."
The girl darted away. The guard followed her, shuddering, his eyes
filled with a self-loathing that Cameron realized would require hours
of psychiatric work to remove.