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“That brings up another issue,” Marshall said. “The NetMind has been getting very erratic of late. It’s only recently reported back on possible signs of a serial killer who may have been operating undetected for years.”


They had all noticed it. The NetMind’s recordings were more fragmented than before, and there were gaps filled with dark spaces, a low buzz of background noise—almost an echo—that none of their best minds could filter out.

“This is a theory unbacked by any research,” Kaleb said into the silence, “but I believe the NetMind may be passing through a period of adolescence. If so, that adolescence is likely to last decades, if not centuries. We have no concrete idea of its age or the speed at which it matures.”

Shoshanna spoke on the heels of his pronouncement. “Given that the research of over a century has not yet managed to uncover the NetMind’s inner workings, I would say it’s safe to assume this issue will have no easy answer.”

“I agree.” Marshall. “We have to initiate other options to find the identity of the second tier of discontents. Ming, do you have people we can use?”

“My forces are currently heavily involved in relocating the Implant Lab. Because of the sabotage risk, we’re moving it to a hidden location in the cornfields of Nebraska.”

“As I recall, wasn’t Aleine resistant to the idea of a move?” Nikita had met the head researcher. The woman had a will comparable to any Councilor’s.

“That issue has been resolved.”

Nikita wondered what leverage Ming had used—it had to have been very persuasive. “But if that’s the case, why not move her to a location out of the United States?” Some of the eastern European sites were far better suited to clandestine research.

“Zie Zen,” Ming said. “He’s the biological father of Ashaya Aleine’s only child. They have a joint parenting agreement and he wishes his coparent to remain in the country, as she’s training the boy in certain unusual aspects of his abilities.”

Nikita was well aware of who Zie Zen was, having run across the powerful businessman more than once as they vied for the same contracts. “We can’t afford to obstruct business—not after the Faith NightStar fiasco.” She directed her words at the Scotts, the two who had caused the whole mess.

But it was Tatiana who spoke. “How secure is the new location?”

“Extremely,” Ming responded. “No one in the lab knows where they’re being moved and once they arrive, they’ll be under a communications blackout, except for monitored calls with their family or business groups once a week. Their PsyNet access will be policed at all times—setting up the tracers is what’s taking up so many of my forces. As for Council staff, only the bare minimum know the new location. The short list is one hundred. If we have a leak, we’ll know where to start looking.”

“Did you check for changeling threats?” Kaleb’s question was one Nikita had been considering asking. “The secrecy could be for nothing if they locate us.”

“There is no strong pack or family unit in the vicinity.”

“And,” Tatiana added, “changelings don’t much care what we do so long as it doesn’t affect them. I believe we must concentrate on the threat from within.”

Ming’s star flared. “Agreed. There is no risk of an outside strike on the new lab.”

“Let’s hope your confidence is justified.” Shoshanna.

Nikita wanted to say something about what she and Kaleb suspected, if only to put an end to the other Councilor’s arrogance. But the time wasn’t yet right—they were still gathering evidence. However, they could certainly start the process.

She waited until the Council session had ended before asking Ming for a private meet. Kaleb had left her to fire the first volley. That implied no relationship of trust—she didn’t trust anyone and neither did he. But he might make a useful ally. If he proved an enemy . . . well, deaths could be made to look like accidents.





Ming followed her into the Duncan family vault. “Nikita, what can I do for you?”

“Ming, I didn’t want to bring this up in open session in case there was a good reason you wanted it kept secret from a certain other faction”—sow the seeds slowly—“but why didn’t you tell us about the live trial of the Implant Protocol?”

“Your intelligence is faulty. There have been no live trials.”

“I have confidence in my source,” Nikita said. “Apparently there are ten participants. One fatality to date.” She showed him the data file and watched as he downloaded it into his mind.

When Ming next spoke, the ice of his mind could have cut diamonds. “Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I intend to find out who authorized this and order an immediate reversal. The process isn’t refined enough for such testing.”

She believed his rebuttal. As the Councilor in charge of their armed forces, Ming had no tolerance for deviations from the chain of command. “That was my evaluation as well.” She left it at that. Let Ming make his own conclusions, determine his own enemies. Arrows, even former Arrows, were very good at killing. It was their reason for being.





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