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Bester's people, it might not. I really can't tell."

"Sir! Firth shouted. "I've got a profile! Cyclops class cruiser. That's got
to be them, sir!"

"Hot damn. Let's go light some candles."

***

But what they found was a dead ship, or at least an empty one. Life support
systems had been turned off, and the ship opened to space. There were no
bodies, no trace of violence, nothing at all to indicate what had become of
the crew. The log had been wiped blank, and the computer was not aware of
anything that had happened since leaving I-O.

But an atmospheric shuttle was missing from the hanger.

"Could they be hiding from us, Lyta?" Garibaldi asked, glancing around
nervously. "When Bester was hunting your friends on Babylon 5, you pulled a
disappearing trick with them. Hid them in plain sight."

"It's possible that all of them working together {/might/} manage to fool
me," she said, "but I don't really think so. For all of their talk about
being a family, Psi Cops aren't good at that sort of cooperation. Psi Corps
is dog-eat-dog, and the last thing you want is for a possible rival to know
your innermost thoughts." Her face assumed an almost wistful look. "Except
when we were kids. Before they managed to set us all at each other's
throats."

"What if they've already enhanced themselves?"

Lyta shrugged. "In that case, we're doomed."

"That's what I like about you, Lyta. The glass is always half-full. Half-
full of something awful."

"I think they're on the planet."

"So do I," Garibaldi muttered. "But where?"

"We find what they were looking for, we find them," Lyta replied.

When they returned to the {/Toreador/}, Firth had magnified views of a
sector of the planet up.

"Big neutrino source here," she said. "An underground fusion reactor, or
something like it. We've got surface structures, too. Also, traces of what
looks like an Earth-built shuttle."

"Traces?"