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decades ago. Weren’t they all recycled?”
    Foaly nodded. “Supposedly. My division supervised the meltdowns. Not that we considered it priority, they were originally powered by a single solar cell, with a life span of less than a decade. Obviously, somebody managed to sneak a few out of the recycling lockup.”
    “Quite a few by the looks of all these batteries. That’s the last thing I need, goblins with softnoses.”
    The softnose technique involved placing an inhibitor on a blaster, which allowed a laser to travel at slower speeds, actually penetrating the target. Initially developed for mining purposes, they were quickly adapted by some greedy weapons manufacturer.
    The softnoses were just as quickly outlawed, for the obvious reason that these weapons were designed to kill, and not to incapacitate. Now and then one found its way into the hands of a gang member. But this did not look like an isolated case. This looked like somebody was planning something big.
    “You know what the worrisome thing about this is?” said Foaly.
    “No,” said Root with deceptive calmness. “Do tell me what the worrisome thing is.”
    Foaly turned the gun around. “The way this weapon has been adapted to take a human battery. Very clever. There’s no way a goblin figured this out on his own.”
    “But why adapt the softnoses?” asked the commander. “Why not just use the old solar cells?”
    “Those solar cells are very rare. They’re worth their weight in gold. Antiques dealers use them to power all sorts of old gadgets. And it would be impossible to build a power-cell factory of any kind without my sensors picking up emissions. Much simpler just to steal them from the humans.”
    Root lit one of his trademark fungal cigars. “Tell me that’s it. Tell me there’s nothing else.”
    Holly’s gaze flickered to the rear of the hangar. Root caught the glance and pressed past the crates to the makeshift shuttle in the docking bay. The commander climbed into the craft.
    “And what the hell is this, Foaly?”
    The centaur ran a hand along the ship’s hull.
    “It’s amazing. Unbelievable. They put a shuttle together from junk. I’m surprised this thing gets off the ground.”
    The commander bit down hard on his fungus cigar. “When you’re finished admiring the goblins, Foaly, maybe you can explain how the B’wa Kell got a hold of this stuff. I thought all outdated shuttle technology was supposed to be destroyed.”
    “That’s what I thought. I retired some of this stuff myself. This starboard booster used to be in E1, until Captain Short blew it out last year. I remember signing the destruct order.”
    Root spared a second to shoot Holly a withering glance.
    “So now we have shuttle parts escaping the recycling smelters as well as softnose lasers. Find out how this shuttle got here. Take it apart, piece by piece. I want every strand of wire lasered for prints and DNA. Feed all the serial numbers into the mainframe, see if there are any common denominators.”
    Foaly nodded. “Good idea. I’ll get someone on it.”
    “No, Foaly, you get on it. This is priority. So give your conspiracy theories a rest for a few days, and find me the inside fairy who’s selling this junk.”
    “But, Julius,” protested Foaly. “That’s grunt work.”
    Root took a step closer. “One, don’t call me Julius, civilian. And two, I’d say it was more like donkey work.”
    Foaly noticed the vein pulsing in the commander’s temple.
    “Point taken,” he said, removing a handheld computer from his belt. “ I’ll get right on it.”
    “You do that. Now, Captain Short, what is our B’wa Kell prisoner saying?”
    Holly shrugged. “Nothing much, still unconscious. He’ll be coughing soot for a month as soon he wakes up. Anyway, you know how the B’wa Kell works, the soldiers aren’t told anything. This guy is just a grunt. It’s a pity the Book forbids using the mesmer on other fairies.”
    “Hmm,” said Root, his face glowing