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insult in a frustrating year of near misses and hits that hit back. But in any case, Mishka was gone. Vibeke felt bad for making Aloe treat it as high priority. She would just ask one question to be sure it was a null report, and then she’d delete the routine.
    â€œDon’t suppose it was in Bangla?”
    â€œConfirmed, northern Poshchim Bangla, Darjeeling.”
    Suddenly Alopex had her complete attention. Mishka was back on the map. Vibs immersed herself online where she stood and began reading every report and every detail of the theft, then of related local reports. She found the prison break, and it all came together—Mishka had avoided their capture by turning herself in to the Bharatiya Sthalsena. Their mass presence was to catch her, and she let herself be caught by an enemy she could escape rather than be caught by Valhalla. Cunning bitch.
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    V IOLET WIGGLED her big toe. Then each other toe. Her foot was back, but there was still some pain in her ankle. Dr. Niide looked over the foot and spotted a microscopic air pocket stimulating the nerves. He gave her a quick stab with a hypodermic needle and let it out. She walked around for a moment and nodded. Dr. Niide then simply wandered away.
    After leaving the med bay, she found Vibs staring at the rocks. She poked her arm gently with no result. She must have been immersed deeply. And urgently given that she’d gone all the way in while standing. Violet linked in without knocking. Vibeke didn’t notice her, but Violet could hear the reports. Eyeball. Bharat. She was looking for Mishka again. Violet logged out and pushed Vibeke over. She caught her oblivious teammate and carried her toward the barracks.
    Vibeke had taken the results of Project Abruptum badly. Worse than Project Omfavnet, their previous run in with Mishka, which was in turn worse than Project Creative: the hunt for Mishka and Wulfgar that began nearly a year ago. But Abruptum was by far the most taxing because it was the closest they’d been. Before a diabolus ex machina that ruined everything, Vibeke had gone to frightening depths of obsession on that mission. Violet was still concerned deeply about the civilians Vibeke was willing to sacrifice, the risks she was willing to take, the irrational raw hatred that consumed her as they drew closer to Bangla. And it wasn’t over.
    Violet set Vibs down on her bunk and then sat down on her own. She stared at her. Peaceful on the outside, vacant. She might have been daydreaming. Whatever storm was pounding away in her brain, her body was perfectly serene. Skin pale and smooth, hair getting longer. She sometimes let the stuff grow and cut it instead of freezing it like Violet and the rest of the world. She kept turning it black as well. A strange habit that seemed to give Vibeke some sort of amusement or peace. Soon she’d have to cut it again or start welding it down for missions, which would be a good look. It was already down to the collar of her armor in back.
    Cool blue and green armor. Violet’s favorite in the ravine. Not least because of the body in it. Her eyes went straight for Vibeke’s chest. Just plump enough to shift to the sides when she lay down. When she caught herself staring at Vibeke’s breasts, she usually stopped, erased the thoughts as best she could, and focused on whatever mission or project they might have. They didn’t have one just then, and her eyes were on Vibeke’s hands before she noticed they weren’t alone. Veikko’s head slowly dipped in from the bunk above Violet’s.
    â€œWatcha dooin’?”
    â€œBegging for trouble,” she mumbled and lay back on her pillow. Veikko craned around upside down to look at Vibs.
    â€œWhat’s she doing?”
    â€œI only peeked. The files said Bangla and eyeball theft.”
    â€œYou worried?”
    â€œNo,” she lied. “At least she has leads.”
    Violet did envy her that. The chase for