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Machivelle split the screen, displayed footage from many Eyes, all shoulder-mounted. They were monochrome, filters compensating for both the darkness in the duct and the glare from the torches her guards wore.
But Rodin was used to viewing feeds like this, and he could clearly follow the action as the guards closed in on the escapees.
Despite no longer wearing his fine Dome clothing, Daventree looked much as Rodin had remembered him. He still held himself upright, and his eyes still burnt with sharp intelligence. But the man had changed. There was a deeper confidence, especially as he started down the gunman.
“Disappointing, really,” Machivelle said. “Despite my warnings, they still insisted on attempting the impossible.”
“And the woman your guards are ignoring?”
Machivell
