Rajel turned his head as if listening for something, his face pinched with visible anxiety. “And you?” he asked. “Where will you be?”
“I"m going to see if I can get my hands on their private files. Keep an open comm line. Let"s move!”
This small brown-bricked room was lit by a few electric bulbs hung up on the walls and by the glowing grooves of a SlipGate as it began to hum. A small wooden table had been set up with a large tablet of SmartGlass to control the Gate"s functions. One man in black combat gear checked the readouts.
Over half a dozen other men stood side by side as a warp bubble surrounded their bodies and turned them into blurry figures. A moment later, that bubble seemed to spring forward and then vanish before it moved half an inch.
“This is a catastrophe,” Captain Iales
