Kiara was near enough to hear Trixie’s side of the conversation and so narrowed her eyes when the AI began to question the visit. Depending on how their visitors worded their phrasing, she would either have to fight her way through or maybe even resort to taking Trixie as an unlikely hostage.

She grimaced; she didn’t want it to come to that, but she needed to survive at all costs. To afford to be captured here would only waste her efforts all together.

Outside, Giltwith coughed into his hand, trying to think of a way to explain without giving their entire objective away so easily.

“The girl with flaming hair is to be considered a criminal of global proportions. The Imperium has directly ordered her capture and extraction, as she is believed to have stolen information that could threaten lives.”