HavelI got up and pointed the scanner at Matar, who was hovering right behind me. Klat. His slug's microchip had been fried, although the slug itself was still alive. Already suspecting the outcome, I scanned Havel's and my own chips. Same result. For some reason, our brain slugs had survived while Trish's had died in the process.
I explained the situation to the others. Trish looked at me in confusion, pointing at her ears. I wished she'd be able to read Kardarian, or that I could write her Peritan language. But it was no use. I only knew one English word: f**k. She'd used that a lot.
"It must have been Katila," Xil growled. "She gave us the slugs at the start of the course. She must have installed some kind of failsafe that would give her control over them. What are we going to do now?
