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would be similar, but with the added threat that the air strike might still happen, so close to the wire that they couldn’t call it off in time. The Partials would be destroyed for nothing. If she was going to change this attack, she had to make sure that the outcome still favored the NADI forces. She would hand them a victory, but not the one they’d wanted; she would shove it in their faces. She had very few resources at hand—not even a gun—but what she did have were the tools of her trade. Information. Intelligence. Deception. She could do this.
    She saw the plan like a diagram in her mind, timed to the second. It was 2241; she had nineteen minutes. She activated the GPS mapper in her phone, dropped it into the satbox, and snapped the box shut. The generals looked at her in surprise, and Wu started to protest, but Heron stood and silenced them with the full weight of her genetically perfect charisma.
    “I’m afraid I have bad news,” she said. “I’m a spy for the Partial army, and my people are going to destroy this entire complex in nineteen minutes.”
    General Wu recoiled like he’d seen a snake; Bao froze, too shocked to react. The soldiers froze as well, stunned by the confession, until Wu managed to stammer out “Stop her!” and they surged forward, rifles raised, in perfect formation for a three-man capture like this—two soldiers with guns and one with a pair of handcuffs. Heron saw it all as if in slow motion: the looks on their faces, the slow, predictable movements as the handcuffs were raised. She could avoid them easily, but she put up only a token resistance, fighting just enough to look determined without becoming enough of a threat to warrant them shooting her. The man with the handcuffs pulled her arms roughly behind her back, slapping the first cuff on her wrist, but as he came in for the second one she twisted her arms and grabbed his finger, snapping it like a twig; he screamed, and the second cuff came down imperfectly on her tangle of arms and wrists. She ended up with both cuffs on the same wrist, her other arm twisted through the chain to create the illusion that she was fully restrained. The soldier behind her staggered away, too distracted by the pain in his finger to notice. Heron kept her gaze level and fixed the generals with her iciest expression.
    “Why?” demanded General Bao, and Heron could hear the undercurrent of personal betrayal in his voice. “Why did you deceive us?” Why are you not the girl I wanted you to be?
    “She deceived us because she is a devil,” said Wu, braver now that she was contained. “The question is, why did you reveal yourself?”
    “Because I do not wish to die,” she said simply.
    Wu was furious. “You think we will help you to escape?”
    “I think you’ll help me call it off,” she said. This part of the story was a lie, carefully crafted to evoke the required response. “I have the access codes, but not the access. They’ve cut off my communications, but with your computer network I could uplink to the jets themselves and abort the mission.”
    “She lies,” said Bao, his voice thick and bitter. “She thinks to trick us into calling off the counterattack, but we will not fall for her wiles.”
    “We must still be cautious, though,” said Wu. “She might have guessed that we would guess that she . . . bah! Schemes within schemes. We must cut through to the heart of the matter and deal with it the simplest way possible.” He picked up the satbox and clutched it protectively under one arm. “I will carry this to safety—with invasions and air strikes and spies it is too dangerous to leave it here, troop morale be damned.”
    “We will never abandon our position!” cried Bao, but turned away and spoke more softly, anger turning to sour acceptance. “But you are right. If we cannot know the truth, we must hedge our bets. You will flee, and I will lead the defense of the complex.”
    “To arms, then,” said Wu, and