A bright light filled the room, and a hologram appeared in front of them. It was the image of a male that looked a lot like the cyborgs, but John doubted this tall, very slender male, dressed in a long, white robe was a cyborg. He only needed a long, white beard and he'd look like a cross between a scholar and biblical.
"A clone, I assume," John said calmly. This was it, his chance to talk to the enemy of his enemy. Anatu sat statue-still, and he willed her not to move. He had no way to know if the clone could see them, as well.
The hologram stiffened, and his lips twisted in a sneer that transcended species. "I am a Tunrian. You may call me Abu-Waqar." He spoke perfect English but with a heavy accent. It was chilling that this alien had managed to learn their language. From how far awa
