“They dissect these things at Wright-Pat,” Mac said. “So I’ve been told.” “No idea,” Diana replied. “We’ve dissected five so far.” “Flynn, that’s—” “Classified, but Geri obviously has need-to-know.” “Mac, leave the room!” Diana snapped. “He stays. He’s working with me. Also need to know.” She fumed. The body was about four feet long, with the same narrow frame and dark eyes of the others Flynn had seen. “How, exactly, do you know it’s not one of yours?” he asked Geri. She split the chest, drawing it wide and exposing the heart and lungs. “These are typical organs. And look—” She scraped at a rib, which revealed bright silver where bone should be. “That’s titanium or maybe stainless steel. This is an old unit. We haven’t used those materials in years. We use a living composite bone now. Artificial, but alive. Far more durable and flexible than this stuff.” “So, can he build more?” “Judging from what he’s using, no. We’re looking at an old, out-of-repair disk and robots that are four or five generations back.
