595 didn't reply, vibrating from head to toe, face muscles rigid and rippling. “She’s having a seizure, get me the nanites. Medic!” Freyr shouted, slowly but firmly freeing 595 from the harness and head gear. She snatched a microrobot delivery system from one of the lab techs. “Hold her down!” Freyr snapped, leaning over the shaking woman and injecting the nanites into her neck while some others stopped the Agent from moving.

After a few moments, the jerking movements stopped, Freyr straightened up, chucking the empty syringe down on the table. “Make a hole!” The medic called, barging through on the opposite side of the harness bed from her. Freyr reeled off any potentially important information points she had at her disposal, then let the medic roll 595 onto her side and into the recovery position. She looked at Rareth, who was watching on. “What the hell happened in there? We established contact for about two minutes before getting cut off again.”

She momentarily diverted her attention to glance across the bay. The Sacred Band were already up and had gathered around the harness containing Memnon. They were all grasping his arms and legs and had lowered their heads in solemn respect. Dr Wetherall and Dr Ngata were receiving fluids and an exam from another Human medic.