“We have to get going.” The holographic image of Steele’s torso and head flicked for a moment. “I haven’t finished the interrogations, but we’ve picked up a hoverplane on our radar.”
“Didn’t you search for trackers?” Casimer berated Steele.
Steele’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “Yes, I did. And our shields are up. But there’s always a possibility that Doctor Wright has invented a stronger signal into something we don’t know about.”
“Did you at least get any useful information?”
“Not yet.”
Before Casimer could respond with anything more than a scowl, Steele turned his head toward some disturbance behind him.
“Sir, we need you!” a voice called from someone Casimer couldn’t see.
“I have to go.” Steele looked so stern, Casimer didn’t even protest as the vid-call link was cut and Steele’
