[i]“You will all come, quickly. No messages, not yet.”[/i] The voice replied. It was evening out now, becoming one musical, androgyous voice rather than a jumble of several. 595 jumped in. “We haven’t brought any methods of transport quicker than our feet. How far is that place?” She pointed to the spot of light. [i]”I am approximately thirty nine of your ‘kilometre’ measurement units away, following the best possible path. You must be vigilant.”[/i] The voice replied promptly, without elaborating. The agent followed up immediately. “Why must we be vigilant?”

[i]“There are variables beyond my direct control.”[/i] 595 thought for a moment before asking another question.  “Are you, the form looking at us right now, coming too?” There was a slight pause this time. [i]“No. this one will stay here.”[/i] 595 shared an ominous look with Thebes and then Rareth. The agent signed something in between ‘I don’t understand’ and ‘I don’t like this’ using military sign language.

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“An adroit suggestion, old boy! The transit station uses a lot, but we can probably make it work.” Dr Wetherall whispered to Nirann, having turned off his internal comms system in the hopes of gaining some privacy. He pulled up some schematics on another holopad and began cross-referencing power consumption with limits set by the fusion core.