"Captain, is my personal hopper still on the roof?"

Victoria had already confirmed with her mind that it was, but not asking would raise questions. Winnie's power was not public knowledge.

A guard seated at a security terminal pulled up a view of the roof. Captain Gandara peered over his shoulder. "Yes, it is, Your Majesty."

"Is it possible for someone to steal it?"

He frowned. "I'm not sure, ma'am. Are there intruders inside the building?"

"Yes."

"Then we should contact the police?"

"Just answer my question. Can someone steal it?"

"I'm, uh..." Gandara looked at the officer seated at the console. "Do you know?"

The officer answered. "Possibly, Your Majesty. If someone got inside, they could boot up the craft's systems, but it won't let them fly anywhere without the key fob."

"Is such a key on the imperial floors?"

"Possibly, but even if they found one, they'd be restricted to grid travel unless they had remote clearance to use the engines."

"And who can grant clearance?"

"That's us, ma'am. We register all non-grid flights with the military and the Lakiran Airspace Division."

"Is there anyway around that?"

"No, ma'am. Clearance has to come through us—me, actually."

"Very well." That answered that concern. If Sakhr managed to get inside, at least they couldn't fly anywhere, unless they were dumb enough to try grid travel. Then she could have LAD flag that craft and keep it indefinitely suspended in the air until she was ready to deal with them. Too bad Quentin would know better.

All this imperial hopper business did was buy her time—time she should be using.

She grabbed her phone and strode from the communications room. In a closed office, she put it to her ear.

"Bishop?"

"I'm here, ma'am. What's going on over there?"

"Sakhr is loose."

"What? How?"

"I don't know. We'll sort it out later. This takes priority over Josephine."

"Of course."

"Right now they're wasting time getting to my hopper. Where are the other high exemplars? Get them back here."

"I'll tell them, but they won't get there for hours."

"How are you so sure?"

"I checked when you asked earlier. Stone is in Argentina. Dosia left for Denver. Liat had to—"

"Forget it." The timing of this unfortunate accident was infuriating. She envisioned Josephine's craft floating miles above the Sahara. There might still be time for her afterward, but this came first.

"Get a swarm of wall bots surrounding the Capital Tower," she said, "and have the orbiters change route. I want them over the tower as soon as possible."

"For the old generation wall bots, ma'am?"

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"Yes."

"They're already at full speed in the stratosphere. It might take time before any of them can redirect enough to get over the tower."

"Well, do it. I'll call you back."

"Yes, ma'am."

She returned to the control room. The people there stood about.

"Captain," she said. "The military will be deploying wall bots around the tower. No one will be coming or leaving. Inform whoever needs to know."

"Yes, ma'am." He jumped to the phone. His aura was tense and confused. She could sense how badly he wanted to ask what this was all about. Too bad for him, there was no need for him to know about Sakhr. She visualized the stairwell once again.

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The group stumbled onto the roof of the Capital Tower. The sky was a dark, mud brown—polluted from city lights occupying the horizon. A steel canopy overhung the landing pad, hiding most of the sky from them. It left the roof in near shadow. Only white light from the open stairwell door outlined the hulking shadow of the queen's personal hopper. It lay straight ahead on a raised platform. Winnie had to rely on her flair to see it in this dark. Tortoise eyes were awful.

Sakhr and Alex breathed heavily, but they were better off compared to the others. Sibyl came up clutching the handle rail with white knuckles. Quentin and Christof came moments later supporting each other. Christof had the other tortoise tucked in his shirt.

"You took your time," Alex said.

"You're the ones who put me in a fat-ass," Quentin replied, wheezing, "...leave yourselves in the teenage coeds."

"Enough." Sakhr pointed to the ship. "Can we escape in this?"

"We need to get inside first."

Everyone paused before the hopper. Sakhr slid his hand along the surface, feeling for something. Alex did the same farther along, so did Sibyl on the other side.

"How do you..." asked Sakhr. "Where's the handle?"

"Are you serious?" Quentin disentangled himself from Christof, reached under the frame, and squeezed a release hatch. The shuttle yawned open. "You guys are incredible."

It was strange for Winnie to be back here again tonight, under such incredibly different circumstances. Her own body even took the same seat as before. Only now she was sitting its lap.

Quentin and Sakhr got in the cockpit. "Are you a pilot?" Sakhr asked.

"I know the theory." Quentin pressed a prominent button, and the cockpit lit up. A dashboard touch screen showed several options. Quentin tried to access a menuscreen named Autonav. Each time it prompted him to select a flight plan from a list, but the displayed list was empty. "Hmm."

"Can we fly?" asked Sakhr.

"Maybe not."

"But on the other menu, it said ‘pick destination'."

"That was Telenav. We don't want that."

"What's telenav?"

"Telenav is the grid system. The repulse nodes through the city would fly us instead of the ship's own repulse engines."

"What's wrong with that? We just need to get off this tower."

Quentin took a calming breath. "Except that they know we're escaping. If we use Telenav, they can override our destination remotely and put us anywhere they want. Including right back on this tower."

"Can you hotwire it somehow?"

Quentin turned to him. "Does this ship look like a Ford pickup? Maybe if we pop it into neutral and push it off the tower, the momentum will get the engines started before we hit the ground."

"So that's a no..."

Alex called from the back. "Did we just waste our time coming up here?"

"Have any other ideas?" Sakhr asked Quentin.

"Hey, why is this all on me? It's not like I had time to think this out. I didn't even know I'd be escaping today."

"We let you out because Alex thought you could help us. Now can you, or not? We can always give your body to him." Sakhr pointed to the mystery tortoise in Christof's lap. "Perhaps he'll have a better plan."

"Jesus Christ, guys. I don't hear any of you suggesting anything."

Christof intervened before Sakhr could respond. "We don't know this world like you do. Repulsers, Telenav systems... That all means nothing to us. We would have used the Telenav system if you hadn't warned us. That's if we weren't still outside looking for the handle. We need you. That is why we're turning to you."

"Okay. Fine." Quentin sighed. "Let's head back down a floor. I think I've got an idea."

"Then let's go." Sakhr stood.

Everyone headed downstairs. One floor down was Victoria's personal suite. This brought them into her foyer, near the office containing the terrarium that started this whole mess. Sakhr gave it a lingering glance as they passed by.

"You do have an idea, yes?" he asked.

"Yes, yes." Quentin led them to a pair of assemblers installed in the wall outside the kitchen. "Yesss. This is what I hoped for." He brought the first out of standby and paged through the menu. "Perfect."

"What is this?" asked Sakhr. "Some kind of computer?"

"It's an assembler."

"Like a 3D printer?" asked Christof.

This caused Quentin to gape at him. "Good God. You're all a bunch of grandparents, aren't you?"

"Will you just focus?" Sakhr replied shortly. "What can you do with this?"

"A lot."

"Can you make weapons?" Alex asked.

"We can't make a gun if that's what your asking, but a lot of things can be weapons with a little knowhow. Maybe we can blow open those security doors."

He queued a few chemicals from the Home Improvement section, then moved to the other assembler. Here he picked items from the Hobbies section, then navigated to a list of all connected assemblers nearby.

"All right. I've got these machines going. Looks like there are a few others downstairs. I'll just send some items to those aaand... that should be it. Give it about ten minutes and we should have ourselves some decent grenades."