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SOLUTION
“Dr Singh, do you understand the implications of what I have just told you? It is most imperative that you apply yourself to finding me a solution. You either get the Echoes through Enclave security with full quantum connectivity, or you shoot your parents and doom us all with your failure.”
Archer fought down the urge to swallow. His throat felt parched, his tongue like sandpaper. The weight of the gun felt alien in his hands, even though it was a weapon he had owned for years and it rarely left his side. And yet here it was, not aimed at the sneering face of a violent charney determined to challenge authority. But at the temple of a sobbing elderly lady, whose only crime was to have a daughter with a skill set that Aloysius Kroll had need of.
One of Kroll’s grotesque Insp
