The field did not sleep that night.
Yvonne Carter stood near the satellite unit, watching as security restrained Victor Lang. His suit was wrinkled now and his calm face was gone.
“What were you doing,” Yvonne asked.
Victor looked at her, then laughed softly.
“You already know,” he said. “You just do not want to believe it.”
“Answer the question,” she said.
“I was protecting Zenith,” Victor replied. “From you.”
Marcus stood beside Yvonne, silent but alert.
“By hacking our communication line,” Yvonne said. “By contacting outside forces.”
Victor shrugged.
“Control requires pressure,” he said. “You are too independent, too visible.”
Yvonne felt anger rise but she controlled it.
“This is a medical mission,” she said. “People are dying out there.”
“And power is shifting,” Victor re
