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Slanting a swift glare of his own at Cait, Kyle straightened his shoulders and bobbed his head in eager
affirmation of Dushawn's feeble alibi. тАЬYes sir! It was a door!тАЭ

Indioturned his helmeted head towards Cait. Even though she couldn't see through his polarized
faceplate she suspected he was checking her features out for any bruises or other signs of physical
damage.

He leaned closer to peer at the golden eyed calico cat on her nametag and read her name out loud.
тАЬCait, do you have anything to tell me about this door?тАЭ

The last thing she wanted to do was file a sexual harassment claim. Running around the station and
submitting testimony to a panel of holographic legal representatives was not her idea of fun. Besides, her
people avoided publicity the same way they avoided cold iron before they learned about tetanus shots.

She smiled. Mischief danced at the corners of her mouth. тАЬI have good reflexes, sir.тАЭ

His curiosity washed over her. He reached up with his gloved finger and pushed a loose tendril of hair
behind her ear. She knew he was staring at the random streaks of color that patterned her hair.

Indiotook his hand away and stepped back. At the same time, his emotional output shut down. тАЬGood.тАЭ
He peeled off his glove and held out his right hand. тАЬStats, please.тАЭ

Tension puffed out in the cold air along with their breath as everyone unsealed their pockets, fished out
their VR disks and handed them over. He walked to the wall, placed his hand on the palmprint ID and
activated the computer. He inserted the first disk into the slot and studied the results.

He keyed in a series of commands and they waited for the first set of wings to pop out of the wall unit.
Solar batwings were custom designed with black photoelectric cells painted directly onto the fabric that
powered the wings. Microchips inside the helmets translated external light sources into visible streams of
electromagnetic energy. A simple walk on the beach would be transformed on the visors into a
kaleidoscope of photons and constantly changing energy patterns.

A light started blinking at the panel beside the computer screen.Indio opened it and removed the first set
of wings. He inserted the second disk in the slot. They waited for this process to complete for the next
two sets of wings.

She watchedIndio snap Kyle's and Dushawn's wings into the sockets alongside their air tanks and help
them fasten their helmets. Dushawn's and Kyle's wings were one third black. Her's were half black.

Cait flexed her arms. Her wings flexed. It was a curious sensation, like, yet unlike, the sims. Her back
and shoulders tingled while the wings responded to every move, every random muscle contraction.

A multitude of fiberoptic filaments embedded in her skinsuit pierced Cait's spine and provided direct
feedback to and from the wings. They absorbed the energy of the ceiling lights and resent it to her
nervous system as surges of cold fire.

She studied the endless stream of infrared and magnetic imaging data on her visor and realized how
much she needed to learn.Indio radiated pure power from head to toe. Dushawn and Kyle radiated
uneven blotches and random flares in the data stream on her visor. She figured her readings were most
likely just as erratic and uncontrolled. Sweat trickled down her spine. Her nose itched.