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Aleph’s screen, the one monitoring feeds via the Dome’s system, showed the warriors pushing through the streets, but she paid it little attention. It was only more violence, those b****y i***t residents believing a smile could stop a warrior, deserved everything they got. She shook her head and focused on the data, pulled the signal apart.
Triggers along the communication channels. Track them, back to the source. Easier now that the door was open, easier now that those on the outside were pushing in. Slip in behind the rush.
Aleph wiped a hand down her top, returned it to her screen, let her fingers tap. There was a drink within reach, and she coughed as she eyed it.
Later. Get the work done first.
Later. Get the work done first.Miolar sat in silence, letting her work. Mayb
