That still left a lot, and it was just lucky that Moh’s message caught his eye. As he read it he laughed at the desperate naivety of the mercenary’s direct approach. So Catherin had taken his advice and disappeared. Too soon. Donovan stood up and tried to massage his stiff shoulders with his aching hands. He’d been up all night, winding down the mechanical ferocity of his virtual hordes. It would probably be another day before the process was complete and they’d have a clear sight of whatever the Watchmaker entity was doing. A girl in denims and deck-shoes came up from the galley with his breakfast coffee. He nodded to her and motioned her over. She approached with an air-hostess smile that relaxed to gratitude and relief when he asked her to massage his shoulders and neck. The insistent pressure and warmth of her fingers soothed his mind as well as his muscles. He drank the coffee and scanned the news. The increasingly fraught international situation came almost as a relief: it might give the CLA and Stasis time to deal with the Watchmaker entity while Space Defense was busy iraqing the Japanese.
