Results slipped into Nigel’s virtual vision. “The quantum signatures are similar,” he told the room. “Not identical, but they’re certainly based around the same principle. From what we could determine, the Prime flare bomb works by altering the properties of the surrounding mass, which in itself is a none too distant relation to our own quantumbuster. We can surmise that if you change the properties of enough components in the Dark Fortress, then they’ll simply be incapable of performing their intended function: the barrier will fail.”

“So we finally know what we’re facing,” Justine said. “I take it nobody minds if I tell Johansson.”

“As long as he keeps quiet about it until the Starflyer problem has been dealt with,” Nigel told her. “This still isn’t for public release.”

“Well, how much of a problem have we actually got left?” Justine asked. “We have a weapon which in all probability the Starflyer didn’t expect us to produce. Your nova bomb will give us a total victory over MorningLightMountain. Now we know it exists, we can effectively neutralize it.”

“Paula?” Nigel asked. “Can we neutralize it?”

“I’m not certain. Qatux, do you know how far its influence extends?”

The portal image showed the Raiel watching them patiently. “This is obviously exciting for all of you,” it said in its soft wind-chime voice. “I wish I could share the experience.”

“Qatux, please answer the question,” Paula said sternly.

“Isabella Halgarth came into contact with many people who suffered the same compulsion overlay. They are arranged in a three-person structure based on the old human spy cell system. The controller can put them in touch with each other for specific operations, but apart from that they operate in isolation.”

“So you understand the method which the Starflyer uses to control her and the others?”

“It is a sophisticated technique, indicating the controller has a great deal of experience in manipulating the thought routines of other creatures. A Prime-type entity would have an obvious advantage over singleton mentalities; its understanding of mental constitution operates at an instinctive level.”

“What did it do to Isabella?” Mellanie asked, her voice heavy with trepidation. She obviously feared what she was about to hear, but had to know anyway.

“Her thought routines, what you would term the personality, were infiltrated with alien behavioral modifiers. She performed as a normal human under everyday circumstances, but within that framework she acted solely in the interests of the Starflyer. Think of it as having your mind cored like an apple, and the hole being filled with the Starflyer’s desires.”

“How old was she when this happened?” Paula asked.

“Five or six. The memory is hazy. She was on Far Away with her parents. They took her into a room that resembled a hospital; she was scared. After that, her mind was no longer hers.”

“Urggh.” Mellanie wrinkled her nose up. “It did that to a six-year-old? That’s so shitty.”

“Ahh,” Qatux sighed. “Sentiment. I have experienced it often in human memories. It is one of your more exquisite feelings. Would you consider sharing yours with me, Mellanie?”

“Uh. Like: no!”

“So you don’t actually know what the Starflyer is thinking?” Paula said.

“No,” Qatux said. “However, there are residual traces of its presence within her mind which betray certain aspects of its character.”

“Such as?”

“Alterations made to the original directives. Isabella and other agents very abruptly received new instructions when the Commonwealth first announced it was building a starship. They were originally working on the assumption that a series of wormholes would be opened to Dyson Alpha. Its whole strategy had to be altered to incorporate the development of superluminal travel. Isabella was also unaware of your quantumbuster weapon, she was expecting the navy to use flare bombs against MorningLightMountain’s second invasion. That was the information which her kind were supplying to the Seattle team.”

“And we improved on it,” Wilson said tightly.

“Has Isabella got any memory of Alessandra Baron being a Starflyer agent?” Mellanie asked eagerly.

“Yes. Isabella was brought into the operation to hide the New York lawyers when Alessandra Baron learned you were investigating them.”

“Gotcha, you bitch!” Mellanie punched the air. “Yes!”

“Not relevant at this point,” Paula said dismissively. “Qatux, does Isabella know where the Starflyer is, or will be?”

“No. She only knows what she is supposed to do. She was on Illuminatus to join up with the lawyers after they had been given new identities. They would all receive their assignment then.”

“Johansson says it will now return to Far Away,” Justine said.

“It can’t,” Nigel told her. “Not unless it’s already on Boongate, in which case it might stand a chance. The wormhole from Wessex to Boongate will not be opened to transport again.”

“Then it is confined to the Commonwealth,” Paula said. “Qatux, if we take known Starflyer agents into custody can you read their memories for us? At some point, we should encounter one who knows where it is. It is important that we apprehend it as swiftly as possible. Will you come to the Commonwealth to assist me?”

“I would find such a venture most appealing. I would wish to be engaged through your own perception and interpretation facilities.”

Paula faced the Raiel’s image, her face devoid of any expression. “We have discussed this before. You may not leech my emotional state.”

“Is not your task an urgent one? Is this not how humans behave? Is not the price negotiated in advance?”

“Well, yes,” Paula said, flummoxed by the request. “But you will access the agent’s thoughts, you will experience their emotions. That is our standard payment.”

“Their emotional levels are much reduced, suppressed by the Starflyer’s behavioral modifiers. They mimic true feelings, they do not experience them for themselves, there is nothing there for me. You, though, Investigator, would feel a great deal as this case is wrapped up, the culmination of a hundred thirty years of work. I would know what that is like.”

“I…” Paula looked around the study for help.

“I should let you stew in that one,” Mellanie said. “But I’ll be big. My price is an interview when all this is over.”

“You’ll let it feel through you?” Paula asked.

“No, but I know a girl who will, and she’s already wetwired for it.” Mellanie turned to the portal, already looking victorious. “Qatux, how about I get you someone who’s a lot more emotional than the Investigator is? Let’s face it, she’s a bit of a cold fish.”

“That would be acceptable.”

“Great. Nelson, I’ll need some bodyguards to help me collect her.”

“Bodyguards? You’re not going to kidnap someone, are you?”

“Not for her, for me. I’m not very popular with her friends.”

“You can have bodyguards,” Nigel said. He grinned admiringly. “Anything else?”

“An express ticket to Darklake City.”

“Of course.”

“Who are you going to arrest?” Mellanie asked Paula.

“Every agent Isabella came in contact with.”

“Good, that’ll include Baron, then. I’ll cover that arrest for Michelangelo.”

“It wasn’t her that used and abused you,” Paula said. “She is no longer human.”

“She never was,” Mellanie said gruffly.

“Assuming all this leads us to the Starflyer, what are we going to do with it when we find it?” Justine asked.

“Execute it,” Wilson said.

“Quietly,” Nigel said quickly.

“If Johansson is right about it trying to return to Far Away, and he’s been right about everything else, then it will have to reach Boongate via Wessex,” Justine said. “The Guardians are watching for that. Now might be a good time to help them. We’ve got Morton and his squad; they’d be able to take out anything guarding the Starflyer’s train.”