“How are you doing this, Cotton? How are you accessing our comm network?” Hedrick then closed his eyes in frustration. “Varuna . . .”

“Never knew her myself. No, you forget that infiltration was my specialty. I’m a criminal genius. Remember? That’s why Hollinger hired me. And there’s nothing like inside help—especially an insider who can move around places where he doesn’t belong without raising suspicions. Someone with the perfect disguise.”

A holographic screen suddenly appeared above them, and Richard Cotton appeared in all his long-haired glory, a technological Wyatt Earp in jeans and a black T-shirt leaning on the edge of his workbench. Moments later a young Morrison clone came up alongside him and nodded toward the screen. “Hey, Dad.”

Morrison screamed at the hologram. “You son of a bitch! Which one are you?”

Cotton laughed. “I guess you’ll never know.”

Morrison raged at the screen, grabbing a nearby Victorian contraption and hurling it through Cotton’s image. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Cotton! I—” He punched his fist through a nearby cabinet.

Hedrick gave a dark stare to Morrison.

Morrison snapped his fingers and pointed to his men. “Now! Get down to the Gravitics—”

“Ah-ah, Mr. Morrison, let’s have none of that. Because thanks to the sacrifice of some very courageous biological and synthetic people, I now have access to a little toy, which I have been busy targeting these last few minutes.”

Morrison had a sudden look of dread on his face.

“You’re batting a thousand, Mr. Morrison.”

Hedrick shook his head dismissively. “You’ll have to do better than that, Cotton. You may have had one of Morrison’s clones access the comm system, but you can’t have seized control of Kratos unless you’re actually in the building.” Hedrick glanced at a holographic screen of his own. “And I can see you’re not in the building.”

“You have to be creative, Graham. A relay would do it. Here. How about this . . . ?” On-screen Cotton stabbed at a holographic control panel.

Moments later the entire building felt as though it hit a speed bump. Everything bounced up and off Hedrick’s desk. Artwork fell off the walls; curio cases tipped, some crashing. And the soldiers along with Morrison and Hedrick all lost their footing—everyone except Alexa and Grady, whose corticospinal software somehow managed to keep them on their feet.

Alarms started wailing in the building again.

As he climbed back onto his feet, Hedrick looked pale. He gripped the edge of his desk. “My God . . .”

“There’s no reason to be that formal.”

“How did you get control of Kratos?”

“Does it really matter when we get right down to it? All you need to know is I have a gravity beam aimed straight down your goddamned throat, and I can turn you inside out anytime I please. So I suggest you start being much nicer to my associates.”

Hedrick looked at Morrison. “How the hell did he get access to the array? You said we got to them in time.”

“No one hires Mr. Morrison for his brains, Graham.”

Hedrick looked panicked, his eyes darting around. “What do you want? I can get you anything you want. I can—”

“First off, I want you to release Mr. Grady and Alexa.”

Hedrick stared at Alexa.

“I expect you to hop to it, Graham, or I’ll hop you to it . . .”

The building lurched momentarily again, and as he clamored to his feet, Hedrick motioned to Morrison. “Let them go! Let them go!”

From the way Morrison’s jaw muscles were working, he seemed to be grinding his teeth to powder as he made a holographic panel appear over his wrist and tapped several buttons.

With a beep the corticospinal collars around Alexa and Grady’s necks fell to the floor. They both nearly collapsed as control of their limbs returned to them. They panted under their own breathing for several moments.

Grady looked up at the holographic screen. “I never thought I’d be so happy to see you, Cotton.”

“And now their equipment, Graham.”

Morrison lowered his head in dread.

“I won’t ask twice.”

Alexa marched up to Hedrick and grabbed her positron pistol from his desk—glaring at him with intense hatred as he cowered.

“Alexa, you don’t understand the way the world works.”

“Oh, I think I’m catching on real fast.” She whirled with great speed and slugged him in the jaw, sending him hurtling over the desk, clearing what remained of his toppled curio collection off the desktop with him.

Cotton’s laughter echoed in the office. “Oh my God, I love it. I’m glad I recorded that. I’ll cherish this hologram forever.”

Hedrick was thrashing around, trying to get back up, blood running from his nose and lips. “I only did what I thought was best!”

Grady retrieved his gravis and helmet from the nearby guards, who were looking up at Cotton’s screen image nervously.

“All right, all of you . . .” Cotton gestured to the soldiers. “Out! Get the hell out of this office. We’re going to have a high-level discussion.”

They looked to Morrison.

“Don’t look at him! He’s not in charge anymore. Get out!”

The soldiers backed away toward the doors. Now that Varuna was gone, they had to manually hit the door control, after which they filed out, closing it behind them.

Alexa walked up to Morrison and finished unbuckling his forearm braces and gauntlets—which housed his weapons. They exchanged malevolent stares as she did so. “Go ahead. I want you to make a move.”

He took a deep breath but did nothing except hold up his hands in acquiescence.

She pulled nonlethal weapons and equipment from his harness. “Everything—the armor, too.”

Morrison sighed in disgust and then tapped a sequence on his arm that made his armor come apart. It started to fall off his arms and legs as Alexa kicked it away from him. He stood in front of her in his military uniform. “Didn’t fit right, anyway.”

Hedrick was now holding a handkerchief against a bloody nose as he sat at his desk. “What do you want from us, Cotton? You know we had no choice!”

“We all have choices, Graham. Some of us just make lousy ones.”

Grady looked up at Cotton. “All right, Cotton. Call some help in here. Get in touch with the authorities, and let’s bring this all to an end. I need to find out where Hibernity is, and I need to rescue my friends.”

Hedrick nodded. “You win, Cotton. We are your prisoners.”

Morrison snapped an angry look at Hedrick. “Are you insane?”

“Mr. Morrison, you may not have noticed, but we’ve lost.”

“Maybe you’ve surrendered, but I’m not going so easily.”

Hedrick held up one free palm. “I believe I have had enough.” He looked at Grady. “Let your sorry excuse for a government figure all this out. Believe me, they will be back before long, asking for assistance.”

Grady stared at Hedrick while Alexa covered Morrison with her positron pistol. “Maybe. Maybe not. But either way, you’re going to face a human rights tribunal for Hibernity.”

Hedrick laughed in spite of himself. “Yes, I’m certain. Let’s just get on with it.”

Grady looked back up at Cotton on the screen. “C’mon, Cotton, bring the cavalry in here.”

Cotton grimaced. “Yeah, Jon, about that . . .”

Grady and Alexa exchanged concerned looks.

“Stop joking around. Get the military in here. Call the feds.”

“Ah, see here’s the thing: Hedrick’s right, Jon.”

Even Hedrick looked up in surprise at that. “Come again?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Cotton?” Grady stormed toward the screen. “Get the authorities!”

“You see, you can’t just put the whole BTC in jail. Morrison, Hedrick—all these guys have advanced technologies that only BTC staff know well. Remember what happened to Wernher von Braun after World War Two? The Allies grabbed him, and he was put to work on the Apollo program.”