“All right,” he said, his hand hovering over the orb. “Let’s see what I can find in there.”
* * *
Hours later and with next to no results, Barnenden called a halt.
“Everyone, take a break. Time for the evening meal. Go eat and recharge.”
The men murmured and disassembled. Soon only Barnenden and Bassan remained in the room. Bassan’s head ached from repeated connections with the device.
“You should take a break,” Barnenden said.
He shook off the engineer’s suggestion. “I’m so close.”
Then find it.
Bassan took Barnenden’s order to heart. Find it. Yes, he had to find it.
He pressed his hand on the orb yet again.
The connection sparked. He reached out, desperate to connect with the console’s database on the Tgrens. The link led him down the same path. Tgren history. But nothing on th
