The cop waved the book at her. "We have a special processing procedure for shamans. It’s called the mage-mask. It’s a tight plastic hood, with nothing but a mouth tube for breathing. With it on your head, you won’t be able to hear or see anything. And when the white-noise generator is turned on, you won’t be able to think, either." He paused, and Pita could hear his cyberhand whirring as he tightened his grip on the handle of the stun baton. "I think it’s just what you need."