Any ideas yet?” asked Arlin. Relachik and Cilreth sat in the galley of the Vandivier as Arlin hovered in the doorway. “It’s too early to say. I don’t think they came back to Earth, though.” “I agree, though I’m only speaking from the gut,” Relachik said. “It will take me a while to get set up. One thing I can tell you is, we’ll know in a day or two if they’re serious about hiding or not. If they’re being sloppy, this will be quick and easy. Otherwise, we may have to wait for them to screw up.” “I heard the UNSF uses artificial intelligences to search for things, and people,” Arlin said from the doorway. He dodged in and grabbed a snack in the tight space before moving back out to the door. Cilreth nodded. “Maybe so, but that’s not as useful as you might think,” she said. “Are you flattering yourself or insulting the government?” Relachik asked. “Neither. Just talking about diminishing returns in intelligence,” Cilreth said. “I’ve heard that many times, but I don’t follow it exactly,”
