"Do you have any idea what she's doing?" Alexander asked.

"No, Your Majesty," Sibyl replied.

Alex sighed and leaned toward his screen. He and Sibyl were seated behind his desk in the high office, watching Katherine through the security feeds, or Victoria as she liked to call herself.

So far, it had been immensely entertaining. He'd watched the altercation between an exemplar and the unremarkable Captain Russo. The struggle had been so quick, Alex could have glanced away and missed Russo's swiping of the exemplar's shield. What followed was clearly a memory trick, or else that exemplar was entirely too forgiving.

But after getting through security, her plan became... a little too obtuse for him to follow. She'd gone up floors and down, into closets and bunks and bathrooms.

"Is she... lost?" he asked. No. That made no sense. She must know how to get to him. Go up.

As entertaining as this was, it was also nerve wracking. He wasn't even sure that was Katherine. She could have given glyphs to anyone, and that deployment pod could have contained more than one person.

"Maybe it's a distraction," he said. "Has anything happened over there?"

"Not yet." Sibyl was watching the feeds for the security bay. "Maybe she's looking for someone."

Alex shook his head. "If she was, she'd already know where he was."

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He was tempted to call the onboard marines and tell them to suit up, just to have them ready. But if he did, Katherine or the Korean girl might see it. They'd know he knew.

Maybe he could have someone with a gun and a shield stone go down there alone, act like nothing was amiss right up to the point they shot her, but he'd have to bring them up to speed first. He could just imagine giving them abridged instructions: There's a visiting soldier in the docking bay levels wandering around like he's looking for the bathroom. Could you go down there and shoot him for me? I'll explain later.

With a healthy dose of Sympathy, it might work, but that wasn't great either. If it failed, he'd lose his advantage.

What he'd like is if she'd just go up the damn stairs. She'd already come so close. Alex had had his hand on the transmitter, but then she'd turned around. It's like she knew about the bombs, but she didn't act like it at all.

A muffled grunt diverted Alex's attention. He glanced at his trump card. She was struggling to move.

"Would you hush?" he said, not that she could hear him.

He turned back to his console. Katherine was pacing circuits again, and it looked like she was mumbling to herself? Ah. He realized the significants of that. She's talking to the Korean. Or that wasn't her, but someone with the Korean's glyph. Either way, whoever was wandering around down there was in contact with the ship

Then they must know that it was about to be destroyed in... he glanced at dashboard notification on his screen... twelve minutes. He then checked his other countdown, the timer on his wrist. Forty minutes until boom. The reset button was below the numbers, but he didn't press it.

He was setting the pace here. Not her. Whatever she was up to, she was wasting her time. The longer this went on, the more this went in his favor.

Resting his elbows on the table, he steepled his fingers before his eyes and watched. Katherine finished her circuit and headed toward Deck 1, right back toward security, as though she were about to leave.

Alex threw his hands out. "What the fuck is she doing?"