Twenty
Björn had worked for hours without a trace of Kaari. Code and more code flashed before his eyes as he programmed and breached firewalls, got his hands on passwords to access places for Prometheus and get it onto more servers. More power for Kaari. Stop, this is not her. The stuffy room was too quiet. Only the clicking of the keyboard broke the deafening silence. He felt trapped. There was not enough time. He needed fresh air. He had lost all sense of day and night. For how long didn’t he sleep? He was tired.
Some of Valaris’s minions brought him food occasionally. Except for that, he was alone. But he had work to do, anyway. He only had to wrestle with this stupid headache.
When Kaari’s voice broke the silence, Björn jerked. She occupied the screen again.
“Did you miss me?”
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