“Brainwaves, yes, yes. Forget that. Who just moved?”

“Tyrest!”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” said Red Alert as they approached Luna 1’s medibay a few minutes later. “But unless someone repairs him properly, Tyrest’s going to be paralyzed forever. Maybe you saw the shadows move?”

“There are no shadows in the medibay,” said Outrigger, pointing at the locked room in the corner. “Take a look. Tell me I’m seeing things.”

Red Alert took a step closer, suddenly wary. “How did he move, exactly? Did he twitch? Was it a spasm?”

“No, nothing like that. It was very... considered.”

Red Alert checked the door—still locked—and then put his eye against the peephole.

“It was his fingers,” continued Outrigger. “The fingers on his right hand. It looked he was going to clench his fist.”

“Get Fortress Maximus,” said Red Alert, face still pressed against the door.

“Why? What should I tell him?”

“Tell him Tyrest has gone.”