Chapter 12
“Current images from sentient are the windows to future success.” – Wu Zhao Zetain, The Art Of Sentient War
Fresh pictures appear from my sentient. Outside the factory, humans move under the cover of heavy rain and darkness. I focus my sentient so I can catch both sound and images. Whispers carry through the rumble of the rainstorm. My sentient transfer the conversation as noise only I can detect.
“You’re sure she’s here?” asks one man.
“Ya, ya.” I know the second speaker. That’s Fritz. “Meimi will be inside.”
“Anyone else?” asks the first man.
“No one you need worry about,” answers Fritz.
My blood heats with rage. I knew that Fritz was a traitor. Meimi squeezes my hand again, snapping me out of my thoughts. Once more, I meet her gaze straight on. There’s no point dancing
