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In the gloom of a small maintenance tunnel connected to the Denabrian subway system, Isara watched the hologram that hovered over her wrist. The six-inch-tall version of Slade stood with hands on his hips and stared up at her with disdain on his face. “You have your orders.”
Isara felt her eyebrows rise. “Indeed I do.” She turned to find a long tunnel lit only by bulbs along one wall. The man who leaned against the opposite wall might have been menacing to anyone else, but she was not afraid of Leo. “You're sure this is wise? It's a lot of effort for one telepath.”
“The telepath has lived up to his end of the bargain.”
Looking up at the ceiling, Isara blinked slowly. “Perhaps,” she said, shaking her head. “But I am not fond of wasting resources on a fool's errand.”
The holographic
