"Don't put it anywhere," Silo said.
"I'm absolutely putting it—"
"Ziko."
"It's a compliment from a man who spent thirty years doing intelligence work and I'm FRAMING IT."
Duke watched Wren Aldis watch this exchange.
Something in her face — brief, real, the expression of someone who had read about a thing and found, encountering it directly, that it was better than the description.
He recognized the expression because he'd made it himself, arriving in Ashveil years ago. The compound in person was always more than the compound described.
She set the folder on the table.
"The archive material I couldn't send electronically," she said. "The reason I needed to come in person." She looked at the room. "It's not a new threat. I want to say that first because the presentation might suggest
