She disappeared back into the studio. Lorn mumbled something in his sleep. Art glanced at him as Avara came back in. She carried something that looked a little bit like the device Philip had used to inject him with the tracker back in Hab Three, only smaller and blacker. “Arm,” she said. He held it out. There was a spray of numbing cold, then a feeling like he’d been pinched. He drew back his arm and stared at a small red spot.
“That,” said Avara, putting aside the injector, “will send out a signal at exactly the same frequency as their tracker, but with way more power. If they’re listening, it’ll knock them back on their heels. Just like the one they put into you, it will let them hear you. Unlike theirs, it will also let you hear them.”
Art blinked. “What? How?”
“Nanobots,” Avara said
