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her."

"Yeah, yeah. Just tell me her background."

"Biotech." Control nodded at the dossier. "On Phobos she led one of the

teams working in aquatic transform work - modifying the human form for

submarine operations."

Vargovic nodded diligently. "Go on."

"Phobos wanted to sell their know-how to the Martians, before their oceans

froze. Of course, the Demarchy also appreciated her talents. Cholok took

her team to Cadmus-Asterius, one of their hanging cities."

"Mm." Vargovic was getting the thread now. "By which time we'd already

recruited her."

"Right," Control said, "except we had no obvious use for her."

"Then why this conversation?"

Control smiled. Control always smiled when Vargovic pushed the envelope of

subservience. "We're having it because our sleeper won't lie down." Then

Control reached over and touched the image of Cholok, making her speak.

What Vargovic was seeing was an intercept; something Gilgamesh had

captured, riddled with edits and jump-cuts.

She appeared to be sending a verbal message to an old friend in Isis. She

was talking rapidly from a white room; inert medical servitors behind her.

Shelves displayed flasks of colour-coded medichines. A cruciform bed

resembled an autopsy slab with ceramic drainage sluices.

"Cholok contacted us a month ago," Control said. "The room's part of her
clinic."

"She's using phrase-embedded three," Vargovic said, listening to her