Fading Control by TW Iain

Author:TW Iain [Iain, TW]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TW Iain
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Paskia didn’t know how much time had passed. She could have read the chrono on the screen, but her attention was fixed on the feeds. And the map Uran had called up, the one on which he plotted any incident they caught.

It wasn’t all of them, of course. There was still far too much Paskia didn’t know.

All she could do was work with what she had. Wasn’t that one of Cat’s lessons? Nothing was ever perfect. All anyone could do was make the best with whatever was at hand. He’d phrased it far more eloquently than that, of course, but the message was the same.

“Any idea how many warriors are based in the Factory?” she asked, looking up, trying not to direct her gaze toward Rodin. But he knew the question was for him.

“Not a clue. Assume a lot.”

As if that was any help.

“They can be stopped, though,” Uran said. “Our guys have brought a few down.”

That was true‌—‌there had been footage showing warriors falling under a hail of bullets‌—‌but it didn’t happen often. And when one warrior fell, it felt like another three took their place.

“Any pattern in their movements?”

“Nothing obvious.” Uran tapped, updating the map‌—‌he must have seen something in one of the feeds he had open. On Paskia’s screen another red dot appeared on her map.

Rodin leaned over his screen, finger tracing a line. He clicked his tongue, nodded slowly.

“Share,” she said. “Even if it’s only an idea.”

His shoulders rose and fell, and Paskia saw another intake of breath‌—‌whatever he’d done to his arm was still causing him problems.

“Reckon I know where they’re heading.” He placed a finger on his screen, shuffled to let Paskia see. “The Brothers’ base.”

Uran shook his head. “You can’t know that. Not enough data.”

“This was always an excuse for Authority to take over. Said that before.”

“Doesn’t look like the warriors are rushing,” Paskia said, “but there might be ones our Eyes have missed.”

Rodin frowned. “You’ve got something?”

Did she? “Just wondering if we can get to the Brothers before the warriors. They‌—‌Jornas‌—‌could do with a heads-up. Not much help we can offer, though. And he probably has his own intel. You reckon Cobey’s involvement was planned, or something he did off his own back?”

The words were jumbled, and she felt colour rising in her cheeks. But Rodin didn’t show any kind of confusion.

“Planned,” he said. “And you’re right‌—‌Jornas will know the situation.”

“So the best thing we can do is monitor. Right?”

Rodin didn’t answer, turned his attention back to the screen. No‌—‌he dropped his head, but his eyes clouded. Thinking, then. At least that gave him something to do.

“Gorrin,” she said, looking up to the man by the door. “We secure?”

“Done everything I can.” He shuffled his feet as he spoke, and his face was drawn, the skin heavy under his eyes.

“We need to be ready for any eventuality,” Paskia said. “Better check evacuation kit. Just in case.” It would give Gorrin something to do, help keep his nerves at bay.

She turned from the door to her screen, brought up the communicator.

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