67: Keelin
Keelin
The entrance through the stone building would be secure. Even if Keelin broke in, there would be guards inside, and sealed doors.
But there were always alternatives. Piran went on about system back-doors, so why not physical ones too?
She pulled up the files from Chiron, the ones she’d transferred to her lattice node. Most were drone-grabs, with no interactivity, but they showed the area in detail. There were small anomalies, areas covered in green that appeared too regular. And Chiron’s people had highlighted areas of interest.
As she analysed the files she ran, remained alert. She’d left the bodies of the guards where they’d fallen, hadn’t covered her tracks. There was no time.
Traces filled the forest. Many were old—patrols from days and weeks ago—but not all
