We reached the lower library in four minutes.
Caelan, Thessaly, Kael who had heard the alert from the courtyard where he had been practicing the specific physical recalibration of a body that had been between worlds for an indeterminate time, and me.
Oryn’s voice through the communication piece: “Signal confirmed. Ten minute window. They are in the south quarter, three locations, spread across the fault line geography.”
“Triangulated for maximum coverage,” Thessaly said, moving around the anchor point with her chalk and instruments.
“How many simultaneous?” Caelan asked.
“Peth estimates twenty to thirty secondary lines,” Oryn said. “Not all forty-two. They do not have the resource capacity for all forty-two simultaneously.”
Twenty to thirty was not all forty-two.
It was also conside
