cabre biological orcra. Several questions remained trust Fouler? as to track ,   and not planted by Fouler and ion t  far beyond trained raging of teenage hormones.

    At t terminal 10 station, Caldepped off translucent MagLev pulsing intermittently ising and made o ture area. Fouler anding at a special counter  standing up, taller, more fragile but positively more dangerous. Next to ractive young tacty in a prim and proper Britisoug of t t t triped suit.  so his long sharp jaw.

    “Good to see you didn’t get oturedly.  a fe didn’t s in the back of his hands.

    “After t ty-four o give Fouler a break t o be cooperating.

    “I  you to meet Ms. Levin. S, as  Jones and Agent Jackman.

    “Good to meet you. Do you  name?” Caldo mess .

    “I don’t tarted.

    “It’s alrig name is Seven. My parents hem.”

    Cald raig empted to ask  being open all   ongue. For t time in a long w mood.

    “OK, look s in  Jones and Agent Jackman  you in toucact in  flig  you out hing you need.”

    “OK. Sounds suspiciously like a plan.”

    Fouler ignored inued.

    “tify traces and get your act Agent o inform us. e’ll take over from t attempt to play around in t to get access and co-ordinates on t ten, t t sopicated electronic Intrusion Counter-Attack Entities (ICE) in t just keep you out. track you doil you are a flatline in cyberspace.”

    “Understood.”

    “Do not attempt to lose Agent ag on you and o knoo hin inches.”

    it Fouler strode off do