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Then power.

The screen went black.

I crossed to the sleeping room. “Talia.”

She woke immediately.

Not fully.

Enough.

“What happened?”

“We are leaving.”

That brought her upright. “What?”

“Now.”

She looked toward the darkened common room. “Did something happen?”

“They have our location.”

Her face changed.

Sleep disappeared.

“How exact?”

“The building.”

“Wonderful.”

She threw the covering aside and reached for her clothes.

I returned to the terminal.

The message itself was gone, but I had captured the carrier pulse before severing the connection.

Not enough to trace.

Possibly enough to identify how it reached us.

I copied the diagnostic layer into isolated storage.

Behind me, Talia came into the room zipping her pants.

“You’re still on the computer.”

“I am copying one thing.”

“You just said we’re leaving.”

“We are.”

“How long?”

I checked the transfer. “Six minutes.”