Sakhr and the others split up to find the other assemblers, although he made sure that everyone stayed within Sibyl's Empath range.

Alex found a pair on his own. Before heading back, he sat down in the hall with Winnie and Helena. Alone here, he held Helena up to look her in the eyes. Winnie would have tried slipping away again while he was distracted, except that Alex had set her on the floor upside down. Every time she got close to righting herself, he'd casually pushed her back over. She had just about resigned herself to this dizzying position when Alex set Helena down and picked her up. He studied her just as he had Helena.

Telepath, Winnie remembered. She shut her eyes.

"Ooh," Alex said. "I saw that. You know what's going on, don't you?"

Winnie pulled into her shell and covered her face with her feet.

He shook her. "Come on. Open up. Let's have a look at you."

She didn't respond. Suddenly, she was falling. Startled, she opened her eyes and jolted. Alex caught her just before she hit the ground. His gaze immediately locked onto hers.

She covered up again.

So Alex dropped her again. This time she kept her face covered, trusting her flair to see. Alex was keeping his arms poised to catch her each time, hence she was in no real danger, even if her heart leaped each time he did it.

Then the light on the assemblers changed. Their hum stopped, then started again sounding differently. Lights around the edges were pale red. Noticing this, Alex collected Helena and Winnie and returned to the others.

Quentin, who'd remained by the first machines, was swearing and stabbing his fingers on their touch screens. All but a few buttons were gone from the menu.

"Stop." Quentin stabbed another button. A padlock symbol in the upper right flashed.

"Stop!" Another button. "Cancel."

Another button, another flashing padlock.

"Damnit!" He banged the machine.

The others returned.

"What's going on?" asked Sakhr.

"The machines are reclamating."

"Meaning?"

"They're reclaiming assembled resources, destroying what they were making. Someone accessed the machines remotely."

"Is there anything you can do to stop it?" asked Christof.

"Good idea. I should do that instead of banging on it uselessly. Is that what you're saying?"

"If people are controlling this remotely," Sakhr said, "why can't you just disconnected it from the network?"

"Oh. My. God. You have no idea how technology works. You think the Lakiran empire would let people use these things offline? If the cloud servers disconnect you, your machine won't even know how to assemble."

"And you knew this could happen?" asked Sakhr.

"This is not my fault. There's no way I could have known they'd lock the machines two minutes after we started using them."

"You just said they have central control over them. Can't they see what the machines are doing?"

"Yeah. If they have the server logs open and are actively looking at them. They'd have to already know we were using them first."

Pausing, Sakhr looked along the ceiling of the hallway. "Then how did they know? I've seen no cameras on this floor."

"She doesn't need them," Alex answered. He held up Winnie. "I took some time to look into our tiny friends. I think this little one right here is the explanation."

"Who is that?" Sakhr asked.

"It's the little Asian girl who so kindly lent me her body. She has the power to see and hear remotely. Haven't seen how it works yet, but from what she knows," he tapped Helena, "Victoria can see anything, anywhere, anytime she wants."

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"So she's been watching us every step of the way?"

"Probably."

Sakhr pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something in another language. He eventually looked up. "We need another plan then. And quickly."

"But she'll know what it is," said Christof.

"I know. We'll just have to move faster than she can react." He looked around. "Quentin. Do you think you could make explosives from something else? Maybe from things laying about?"

"Depends on what we find."

"Then we do that. Everyone split up and search. We're looking for chemicals, electronics, anything that might be useful." He sighed. "Anything at all."

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Victoria was mulling through strategies. The last time she captured Sakhr, she'd had mercenaries in hazmat suits with her. She could try that again, but if it failed, it would fail spectacularly. It would be safest if she had time to wait for her high exemplars.

Unfortunately, none of them could get here in time. She had ordinary exemplars nearby, but they had no idea who Sakhr was. More importantly, they didn't have shields.

Victoria considered waking Sara. If that girl could draw up extra shields for her... But no. Even if that was a good idea, Victoria would need to supply Sara with a master glyph, and that just wasn't possible right now.

That left only non-glyph solutions. It had to be military.

She called Bishop back. It rang four times.

"I'm here."

"Have you made my arrangements?" Victoria asked.

"Standard wall bots should be arriving outside now."

"And the orbiters?"

"That's a little more tricky. Their flight trajectories were set so they'd be over West Europe. They're redirecting, but it'll take almost two hours before they can get a reliable overhead window."

"Why so long?"

"They're going really quickly in one direction. Now they'll need to go just as quickly in another. To change that much speed, they'll need to come into the lower stratosphere. It's almost as bad as landing and taking back off. But you will have windows before that. One orbiter will pass near the capital in thirty-five minutes. He'll have a four minute window in which to deploy. Then there'll be another about forty minutes after that, but that orbiter won't have old gen wall bots. It's just a patrolling orbiter."

"Thirty-five minutes, and then seventy-five minutes..."

"It's bad, Your Majesty. I know. The air force doesn't trail orbiters over the homeland that much."

"I know..."

"The marines won't know anything about the situation they're going into, will they?" she asked.

"I didn't tell them. What would you like me to say?"

She considered. "Nothing. I want to talk with whoever is in charge of the thirty-five minute orbiter."

"Yes, ma'am. Here is the contact info."

A chime in her phone indicated incoming information.

"Stay on the line," she told him.

"Yes, ma'am."

She examined the info. Captain Stephano was the CO aboard the HIMS Venezia. She called the number.

"This is Captain Stephano."

"Captain. This is your queen."

A pause. "How can I serve you, Your Majesty?"

"You've been redirected to pass over Porto Maná. I understand you'll be ready to deploy in thirty-five minutes."

"That's correct, ma'am."

"And you have old gen wall bots?'

"Yes, ma'am."

"Do your men know how to use them?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And what do you know of your assignment?"

"We're to be ready to deploy onto the Capital Tower within our window, and await further instructions."

"And here they are. There are enemy agents inside the Tower. It will be up to your men to apprehend them. Unfortunately, they have hostages, including my daughter."

"I see."

"High Exemplar Bishop informs me that you have nonlethal means of incapacitating targets."

"Yes, ma'am. Our electric flechettes."

"You'll be using those. Under no circumstances are your men to kill anyone."

She paused. Should she issue that order? This problem could be solved much more easily if she had a sniper shoot Sakhr before anyone came in. Then the marines wouldn't need to do anything special. It was, after all, her refusal to kill him in the first place that allowed this to happen. Was the risk really worth the remote chance his power could be evolved further?

But then he wasn't about to get out of Helena's body either, and that she couldn't kill.

"Anyone. Is that clear?

"Yes, ma'am. Don't kill anyone."

"This includes animals."

"Animals, ma'am?"

"They took my tortoises out of their enclosures. And I don't..." she sighed, knowing how ridiculous this sounded, "...I don't want them hurt. They're important to me."

"Understood, ma'am. We'll look out for the tortoises." He sounded entirely professional about it too. Victoria would remember this man.

"And there's another complication." She thought about how to put this. "Your men cannot come into physical contact with anyone."

"Ma'am?"

"One of the hostiles is using technology similar to that used by exemplars. They are capable of... compromising anyone they touch. Once compromised, the victim must be treated as a hostile. All of the hostages, including my daughter, have been compromised in this way."

"If we can't touch anyone, how are we supposed to apprehend them?"

"They require skin to skin contact. Make sure your marines are covered. Use your wall bots to section off the tower floors. Most of the hostages will not be able to compromise your men, and I can tell you which ones are dangerous and which are not, but I won't be able to do that until the time comes. So I will need to be in contact with you and your men during the strike. Do you understand so far?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Will your deployment pods be capable of carrying away hostages after you've incapacitated them?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll arrange for those pods to deliver to a secure location, where everyone will be quarantined and kept separated until we can sort this out. This includes your men."

"Understood."

"And remember. You must treat the hostages as hostiles. Once compromised, they are effectively mind-controlled. Your men must be ready to incapacitate anyone I tell you to, even if its your own men."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Get your men ready. I'll call you with more details soon."

Victoria disconnected him. "Bishop? Did you get all that?"

"I did," Bishop said.

"Then you heard about the need for quarantine. Make it happen."

"Yes, ma'am." Bishop stayed on on the line as he worked.

Victoria focused her mind back on Sakhr...