Shadowplay

4

Ajeri Kilavez strode to her chair, a vortex of nervous energy in precarious control. Once she was settled, she glanced at Cell 1 and her mouth tightened until her lips disappeared. She swung to face Ginbiryol. "Well?"

"Let them get to the Gate, then pull them back. From what I have seen, all you will have to do is disrupt that trance."

"That's all?" Her voice dripped sarcasm.

He ignored that, though he added it to the balance against retaining her once this project was completed. "You will find it easy enough, simply disrupt what comes from those speakers. It is her singing that controls the effect she is producing."

"Hmm." Ajeri swung back, frowned at the Cell. "Given it works, that should be easy enough. All right. What about the Banger?"

"It is in place. All it needs is the touch of my finger." He held up the bony digit, the flesh finger on his realhand. "That is not long off, Ajeri tiszteh."

"Good." After a long dark stare at the Cell, she bent over her sensor board and started working.