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The door opened about ten minutes later. Pahyan hadn’t moved, and Vanya knew his legs must be tiring. Arish still watched him, holding his g*n rock-steady, and Vanya was pleased to see him still playing his part.
She stood in front of the screen, having found an interesting feed on the basic Factory system. It looked live, some kind of competition between warriors, their exercises similar to those Rodin had set. There was a commentary, but Vanya had muted it to stop the grating, over-enthusiastic voices. Instead she read the captions to follow the action.
Apart from satisfying professional interest in seeing other warriors in action, it also told Vanya more about the Factory. There were two teams of warriors from each level, labelled with letters of the alphabet, and as the c
