In the medical center Duron asked Dr. Faction if he had any idea what had happened to Suchin.
“I can’t explain it,” said Dr. Faction, “the parts of her brain that control speech and thought, it looks like they just shut down. She is still alive but she is completely unresponsive to stimulus. She is in a sort of coma but there is no physical trauma to the brain.”
Roweth Sinclair sat by Suchin’s bedside holding her hand. A thought entered his mind. It was not the sort of thought he had often. He knew who was really responsible. It had to be that alien.
“I will make this right,” said Roweth, “I will make that alien pay. I will make them all pay.”
Roweth rushed out of the medical center. He went to the intelligence lab. He found Suchin’s research on Zai’s arm device and the signals it used and everything else they had gathered about him. Roweth had looked at these with Suchin before. Roweth did not think of things in terms of programming. He was not a programmer or an intelligence officer. Roweth was a military man and he knew weapons. He knew how to turn things into weapons and use them to do damage. At the back of his mind there had been a theory about what it was possible to do with those signals Zai used. Roweth gathered what he could and went to the one person he was sure would listen.
Vanz Kerrigan demanded to know what the hell Roweth Sinclair wanted.
“I want what you want,” said Roweth, “I want to bring down that damn alien. And I want you to help me with it.”
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