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made Isabelle shiver. She slowed and turned. Some Janzers wrapped their fallen comrades in body bags, while others scrubbed the ground. Isabelle suspected Jeremiah’s old holding cell may have been revealed to the BP in the information Hans had procured from the DOP prior to his escape and her reacquisition of him on Masimovian Crossing. That he hadn’t had the z-disk on him made her suspect he’d given it to the whelp, Cornelius Selendia. Prior to the Bicentennial, she had left a Granville sphere that projected Jeremiah’s essence in the ZPF. The Janzers who guarded the Crypt knew what to do in the event of an attack. It should’ve been enough. She wanted to know why it wasn’t.
    They arrived at the infirmary, where a Janzer survivor lay across a hovering gurney. He grimaced when he sat up. He was a typical Janzer with bronze skin, dark brownish-red eyes, curly hair, and pouty lips—a soldier synthesized, in part, from the supreme chancellor Atticus Masimovian’s DNA, designed for the commonwealth’s, and his, protection. Untypically, he’d lost his limbs, and rather than saluting the supreme director of the Department of Communications and Commonwealth Relations, he nodded to her.
    Isabelle stepped to the side of his bed and placed her palm upon his shoulder. They connected, and the scene of the battle in the cell block unfolded before her. She extended her consciousness and searched Marstone’s Database, finding a match: the whelp, Cornelius Selendia, Jeremiah’s youngest son, whom she’d captured in Ypresia Village but lost in Beimeni City after Hans broke them out of the Department of Peace.
    She homed in on another BP fighter in a striker synsuit, swinging a diamond sword. She spied the striker’s face beneath his clouded visor. No need to search for Lord Nero Silvana’s likeness, for she knew it well. It came as little surprise that Captain Barão’s striker had turned traitor, though she wouldn’t have anticipated such boldness from him, particularly when his eternal partner lay unconscious in the RDD infirmary. The thought made her smile.
    The third wore a tinted visor. Whether it was a man or woman’s face, Isabelle couldn’t tell, but this Polemon moved differently than the rest, faster than the Janzers, with a destructive acumen she’d last witnessed in the attack on the Port of Life. The only explanation was an ancient use of the ZPF in combat, outlawed by Chancellor Masimovian. Was this the BP leader who had taken Jeremiah and Johann’s place? The Polemon flipped the Janzer, slashed a shuriken into his visor, and spun him into his division, disrupting its timing.
    Then the Janzers had discerned the BP’s weakness: they hadn’t secured the synsuits properly. The second and third wave of Janzers swarmed the invaders.
    A fourth fighter’s wrist turned into a geyser of blood and bone. Murray Olyorna, banished from the RDD, a traitor to his people. He received what he deserved , she thought as a Janzer sliced his body in half.
    The BP’s defeat seemed at hand, for after the Janzers killed Murray, they’d surrounded the other three. Not even the fastest Polemon could elude so many blows.
    Isabelle’s mouth opened wide. A burst of telekinetic energy had escaped from the whelp. He’d slaughtered most of the Janzers, and those he didn’t lay in pools of blood, barely alive. The view darkened now, and while the Janzer host to whom she connected had lost his legs and arms, he had heard all in the cell. Zorian entered with Jeremiah. An argument, then a fight ensued.
    Zorian admitted he’d deceived her. “I sent that bitch Lutetia right into the trap beneath Navita, and you guys couldn’t even finish her off.”
    She thought on this. Though Zorian deftly shielded his thoughts from her, she didn’t have a reason to distrust him: he did poison his father with E. barrier , which had blocked Jeremiah’s connection with the ZPF and enabled her to apprehend him. Part of her agreement with Zorian