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elaborate a little more?’
    ‘It needs us. Events and things have to be put into place before the eggs can hatch.’
    ‘What events and things?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘Did it or the eggs communicate an intent?’
    She paused. ‘The eggs seemed neutral, but, like I said before, the one that is carrying the eggs is too powerful for me to even look at.’
    ‘Quick recap: you were taken into a white room, shown some eggs, and then shut out… Nothing else?’
    For the first time since she had been created, Shekina decided she did not want to comply. She would not tell him about the mysterious instruction to ‘give her to him’. She did not yet understand it, but knew intuitively that it’s meaning would be revealed to her in time. She shook her head slowly.
    The suit walked away, frowning. There was something different about her. He crossed off the idea that she might be lying. Power alters were hard-wired to tell the truth at all times. He could see from his console that the other data collectors were still remote viewing, as if nothing of import had happened. She must have picked it up briefly as it came into the Earth’s atmosphere, a supernova bolt of pure energy. Obviously, they were not under attack or anything like that, but…
    ‘Release her,’ he said and the bio med quickly set about unhooking her. When both the bio med and the comm tech had left the room, Teddy walked back to Shekina and through gesture and code brought Dakota back into dominance.
    ‘Are you all right?’
    ‘Yes.’
    He pressed the button to summon her chaperone and Dakota lay back with her eyes closed, too weak to move. The drugs would wear off in a while, but for the moment even her head was too heavy to lift off the leather. She longed for the soft dim of her dormitory where Miss Monroe would gently put her to bed, and she could sleep undisturbed. When Miss Monroe arrived, Teddy lifted Dakota and put her into the chair that Miss Monroe had wheeled in.
    The door closed quietly behind them. Teddy got in front of his computer and sent out an encrypted code.
    “Who will dig his grave?”
    The reply was so instantaneous that Teddy let out a low whistle.
    “I,” said the Owl.
    For some moments Teddy’s finger hovered over the send button as he reviewed the events of the last hour. Clearly much depended on the outcome of this file. Had he done anything wrong? No. Could he have done better? Not that he could see. He hit the button and leaned back into the chair. Come what may.
    Schooner Klaus studied the computer transcript with meticulous care and watched the video of Dakota’s session twice, pausing and rewinding many times. Finally he stopped his video player and stared at her frozen face, his eyes hard. Something was not right. He stroked the smooth stone on his ring and contemplated his next move. He must inform the network. He rifled through some papers in his safe and extracted a mobile phone. He connected it to a power source and waited for it to start up. Then he punched in a set of numbers and holding it to his ear stood looking out of the window. He counted the rings. One, two, three…
    A voice gruff and thickly Semitic rasped, ‘Yes.’
    ‘The girl says he is here.’
    There was a long pause. A German aria was playing in the background. Schooner Klaus did not recognize it. The pause stretched. Schooner Klaus imagined the fragrance of Vermont Brie and eggplant fondue, though he had no idea what Kite drank or ate or even looked like. Kite’s power was real, yet he moved in the highest circles simply as a faceless, nameless, crestless codename - abode unknown.
    Kite had waited for and anticipated Schooner Klaus’s words for years, and now that Venus was spinning as an upside down pentagram, his lord had come. When finally he spoke, his horrible voice throbbed with urgency and excitement.
    ‘I want to see her. Tomorrow night, in Virginia.’
    ‘Yes, Sublime Master,’ Schooner Klaus crooned obsequiously.
     

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