Why did you stop me?” Leaving Bumppo and Carson behind in the sedan, the woman they called Sakakawea was speaking on her headset with her commander. On the opposite side of Prospect Street from Brown’s Carrie Tower, she paced back and forth on the sidewalk like a freshly caged predator, neon green eyes still hunting for prey.Sakakawea had seen power radiating from where Morton had knelt, driving back Chimera’s force. But she had felt no limitation on taking a clean shot—or two, if one counted the mundane witness. H-ring would have rubber-stamped it as killing a rogue with collateral damage.“Chimera said this wasn’t the time for us to act,” replied her commander. He masked his emotions, but she could hear his frustration.“A half hour before, Chimera said this was the damned time. What’s the holdup?” Chimera had been predicting for months that the last of her kin might kill her and her commander, and destroy Chimera as well. The good news was that the old Endicott would slay the younger, which wouldn’t be a problem no matter how interpreted.“You know his deceptions better than anyone.”“Yes, love,”
