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The summons came just as Rodin finished the warriors’ training, the supervisor handing him a screen with Machivelle’s message already displayed. Rodin read it, handed the screen back, nodded, then said, “Tell her I’ll be right along.”
The man turned and left.
Rodin signalled to Vanya, and she joined him as the others finished their cool-downs.
“It’s time,” he said. “You know what to do?”
“Especially after the last couple of hours.”
“You reckon they’re ready?”
She glanced round, a proud smile on her face. “Yeah. We won’t let you down.”
“It’s not for me. It’s for all of us.”
She nodded, and Rodin left the room.
Time moved inexorably slowly, and the office grew warm, the atmosphere stuffy. Serran shuffled constantly, and Lybor’s hair clung to his forehead with perspiratio
