“Oh God!” Jan blurted, covering her eyes.
On screen, Napoleon stood in a straddling position atop the two mainframe computers —well above the choking mists. He was c*****g his head from side to side, watching the blood jet from Levi’s severed neck. Then the body crumpled to the floor and the Nano-T dropped down next to it. He looked from side to side cautiously, then went to work on his kill: pecking at it gingerly to start, then gobbling it down in great gulps.
Mercifully, the camera panned away.
So did Jan, feeling as though she would vomit. She was startled to find Nimson standing beside her, looking at the screen.
“Ben,” she rasped. “I didn’t even hear you come in ...”
She paused, looking at him. He was paler even than before, and soaked with sweat. His entire body trembled as he
