He came to find her an hour later. She could tell, just from the way he entered the room and the upwards slant of his head, that he"d been successful. He carried a glass dish in which a tiny red dot was just visible. Zooming in on it, she could discern minute legs protruding from the device: the hooks by which it had attached itself to Malleus"s gut.
“The patient survived?”
“He"ll be out for a couple of hours.”
“So, we could throw him off now without even a fight?”
Ondo laughed, knowing she was joking. “Seems a shame after I"ve been to all this trouble.” He held the object to the light, studying it through the multiglasses that allowed him to see it in the same sort of detail that she could. “Such a tiny device, it"s remarkable. How does it communicate instantaneously across the ga
