Chapter 49
CY-HC-2347 “Cyeechie” Orbit, Australia
Muriel stood in front of the holographic screen, her hand pressed hard against Dyami’s solid arm. His bristles brushed her hand.
“It’s really happening,” Muriel said. “They haven’t made any changes.”
Dyami’s big head swung around. “Maybe they want this conflict.”
He was right. The realization was like a blown airlock—as if the room didn’t contain enough air.
Blackstone stood before them, in holographic form, standing at a podium in front of CY-HC-2347, Cyeechie. No one had come to talk to them since yesterday, and even then the questions they had asked were perfunctory, or for small details that she couldn’t remember.
She wasn’t an expert. She had studied the war briefly while growing up. It was fascinating and terrifying. Brock had
