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at against the cold stone
black nanofiber of her tactical suit. She didn't shiver. She controlled her
olographic interface projected from her w
d moved at exactly 1.5 meters per second. The data matc
, moving past the corner of th
one hundred an
the size of a coin, shaped like a spider. She pressed it
circle, a silent laser cutting through the glass. It attached
ass out and set it
. Her boots made zero sound as
ence of a sleeping house. The only sound was
oward the mass
across the mattress. It illuminated the shar
Lyon
ws were pulled together, a permane
er. She stayed three feet a
laser grid fanned out from her d
d across her ho
5/75. Oxygen saturation: 99%. Resp
the data. Her s
ir to the Lyons empire was sickly, bedridden, and dying. But
to be absol
ist. The laser shifted, penetrating deeper,
ng icon flashe
oulder. An old, healed fracture. The bone had b
shed from El
r ribs, a violent, physical t
ame injury. The ex
oy she had pulled from the wreckage all those years a
, Elwyn
h exhale and rolled on
es locked up instantly.
s eyes right no
ng eternity. Elwyn's breathing le
She backed away slowly, saving
ircular pane of glass. She fit it perfectly back into the hole. The micro-bo
clinging to the stone wall and rep
just as the security light
tree line, disappe
ide the master bedroom, E
ke up with the sharp, adrenalin
dark room, searching the sha
on his nightstand and pu
ches. Zer
in the room felt different. It had
hanging in the air. Ozone. The smeankets off and wal
onlight, he felt it. A microscopic ridge, thinn
k smile cur
ood was rushing with a
he bed and pressed
voice was a low,
his assistant an
"Lock down the city's grid. I want you to find a g
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