Kit and his soldiers might already be on their way. Standing in Skandia Square, I scan the glass-faced buildings. Since the attacks, M-Tech has increased security—numerous cameras dot the exterior and sentinel-droids guard the entrances. Every passing second could mean I’m already too late. The campus is quiet, the wintry stillness punctuated only by the hurrying feet of commuters cutting through the McCarthy park. No one goes in or out of the buildings. A hoverbug approaches, whirring into the square. I duck behind the memorial expecting police, but the bug is unmarked. It settles on the cobbles and a figure leaps out without bothering to tether the vehicle. It’s a man, obviously human by the ungainly movements as he runs across the square to the main entrance. The sentinels bar his way, eyes flashing red. He’s the perfect diversion. The human bellows at the robots, gesticulating at the building and throwing fists in the air. He’s young.
