there is nothing.
Only cold. Endless, impenetrable cold, which no matter how deep she goes simply plunges away from her, with her, into her, on and on into the white.
And she is alone here.
Slowly, she looks around, searching the hard, distant horizon for ⦠anything. Any sign of something different, something new or strange, or warm.
Nothing.
She walks on. She walks for⦠days? Seasons? Time slips into the horizons and she walks, even though she canât feel herself â thereâs no sense of her legs below her, or her arms at her side.
The only sensation is the cold.
From the ramp at the entrance of one of the rec towers, Gregor watched Lari and Kesra follow Zot across the jostling common.
âWhat do you think?â A short, thin, sinewy-looking girl emerged from the shadowy foyer and stood beside him. Her face was encased in a tight, dark mask of semi-opaque material that blurred her features together. In the shadowy, noisy darkness of the res-rec dome she blended in perfectly. Her voice had an edge to it.
âIt went well,â Gregor replied. âHeâs ours, whether he knows it or not.â
âWill we get anything useful from him, though? From what Iâve heard he doesnât want anything to do with his father or their family field.â
The girl spat the last two words as though it hurt her tongue to even say them.
âI know the rumours. It doesnât matter. Even if thatâs true â and having met the boy, I suspect it probably is â we still have the younger child of Dernan and Eyna Mann in our pockets. Think about it, Jem â that kidâs been privy to everything. Just think of the secrets that must be locked away in that head. He probably doesnât even know theyâre there.â
âThen why wouldnât you let me get them out of him? That would have been fun.â
âNot yet. For the moment we have other, more important objectives.â
Gregor turned to face his companion, reaching out and running a single finger slowly down her smooth-masked cheek.
âDonât worry. When the time is right, Iâll let you persuade that little copygen to tell us everything we want to know, but for the moment itâs best if we think of young Larinan as a sleeper. Weâll keep tabs on him until his value to us increases. Then weâll use him when and where it suits us best.â
âAnd the girl?â
The burned man threw a grim smile at his companion.
âWas fine. Sheâs a long-term project.â
âShe seemed scatty to me.â
âIâm not worried. We chose her carefully. Sheâll do whatâs required.â
âAnd if she doesnât?â
âThen you can have her to play with, too.â
It was hard to tell through her mask, but the girl might have smiled.
âSo, what happens next?â
âNow? We continue as planned.â
âWeâre still going ahead, then? With tomorrowâs ⦠disruption?â
âAbsolutely.â Gregor studied the girl closely. âWhy do you ask? I thought you of all people would be keen toââ
âI am, but â¦â She hesitated. âWord came down this morning, early. Somethingâs happened in DGAP.â
âShi!â The scarred manâs eyes narrowed. âDo we have any idea what?â
âNothing. Just suspicion. You know how sketchy our penetration is in there, but the Manns were in well before the start of first shift and havenât been seen since.â
âBoth of them?â
âYeah. The father arrived around 0300 and two of our boys saw the son leaving his apartment soon after.â
âAnything on the webs?â
âNothing. But theyâve amped up security in the DGAP building, too.â
Gregor pushed back his cowl and scratched his bald head, a thoughtful expression on his face.
âThey havenât done that in years.â
âI know. I told one of
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