care of a minder in medical. She had been given a headache and treated in full view of the night shift. She was, in fact, still there.
Turnari lifted a tablet and began scrolling through the security vids from the night before in all the common areas.
Amly sighed. “Focus on my door half an hour ago, and when you find him, trace him back through the halls until you find the form he was using previously.”
He got a strange gleam in his eyes and handed her the tablet. “It is open with my pass code.”
She moved her hands over it, and in three minutes, she had the picture of the body he was wearing before he became Keezik, and the other form he had used to spy on them in the common room.
“How do you know that that was him?” Turnari was looking at the image from the night before.
“He moves the same. No matter what he shifts into, he moves the same. There is no adaptation to the species that he represents. It is one of the things that tipped me off about the fake Keezik. He didn’t move correctly and was missing mannerisms.”
Turnari nodded.
She handed him the tablet back and grazed her hand along his thumb. He was the actual administrator.
“You doubted me?”
She blushed. “Not on purpose, but now, I doubt everyone until I touch them if I don’t see them walk.”
He inclined his head. “And you are right to do so. Do you know why they tried to kill you?”
She finished her coffee and gave him a sober look. “It might be because I know the truth about Resicor and what is going on there.”
Chapter Seven
Instead of demanding information, Turnari sent her over to the Guard Base with Keezik as escort.
They bypassed Fixer’s workshop and headed straight for Relay’s office. Once the introductions had been made, Relay offered her a seat. Keezik was asked to wait with Effin in medical.
“I have someone who wants to speak with you. She will tell you if what you know is correct.” Relay inclined her head and the room darkened.
A three-dimensional display of a lovely woman floating in a tank of some strange fluid hovered next to the desk.
A voice emanated from a speaker somewhere in the room. “Amly Hyde, I am very glad to meet you.”
“Who am I speaking with?”
“My name is Urikara Lenz and I witnessed the first culling of talents from the surface of Resicor. You know why we are populating the world, do you not?”
“She is calling for help. They are holding her in and she wants out.”
Urikara nodded her head, her hair flowing around her. “You have it right, but you cannot know it. Do you understand me?”
“I know. I have hidden it for a dozen years. I can hide it as long as it takes.”
“Good girl. It won’t be long now. She has called her defenders and they will answer. She will be free.”
Amly nodded. “She will be free.”
“You have done well and you will soon be sent to bring some sons and daughters into the fight. Remember who you are. You can so easily lose yourself in another that you need to focus on yourself at all times.”
“I will remember, Elder Lenz.”
The woman blinked and then winked. “I look forward to your career, Amly Hyde. Seek what duty calls you to and you will find what you need to be whole and stay whole.”
The display went dark.
Relay exhaled sharply. “That was intense. Can you explain what she was talking about?”
“In the abstract. It has been hypothesized in the Alliance and the Imperium as well as other areas of space that a world that is thwarted in its quest for an Avatar will reach out and call for help. It will call for assistance in any way it can. When you find a previously inactive world that suddenly is swarming with talents, you normally find that their planet is in the throes of waking. It wants help to bring its mind from dormant to awake and it changes its children to complete that task.”
Relay sat back and blinked. “You are not kidding.”
“I am not kidding. This is the theory offered by researchers