Simms considered. If he did what Cahn wanted he'd be condemning more than one person. Cahn wouldn't leave any loose ends. Still, it didn't harm Simms.
“Very well.”
Simms sent the details over. Cahn nodded after a moment, turned and began to operate the old node. It had buttons, flashing lights, dials, like something from the early days. Simms almost expected steam. Once all nodes had been like this. When the technology had first appeared he'd waited five years before even daring to use one.
A flash of blue light in the node's doorway and a woman appeared, dressed in retro twentieth-century clothing: ripped jeans, leather boots, a top with buttons to hold it together. She appeared to be in mid conversation, her mouth open, but as she stepped from the machine she slumped forwards on weak
