55: Ryann
Ryann
They used a large office building in Leoniki. Some of the companies within were genuine, but most were shells for the Collective. Annys said the building had been modified, too—the inner rooms were all secure, and it was in one of these that Ryann now found herself, along with Annys, Bastien and the tech, Sinon.
The room was a decent size—the central table was surrounded by six chairs—but the atmosphere was claustrophobic. Ryann, Annys and Bastien stood, facing the largest wall terminal. They’d set their drinks down on the table, untouched.
Sinon sat at a separate desk. He breathed steadily, the air from his open mouth bristling his beard, and he leaned back in his chair with his eyes glazed, as if he were almost asleep. But his stubby fingers danced over a couple
