Midv-075 -

The scanner whirred like a sleeping animal coming alive. In the dim light of the data lab, rows of cabinets cast long rectangular shadows over the concrete floor. Cass held the sphere—the MIDV-075 module—between thumb and forefinger as if it might unspool a memory if handled too roughly. It was no bigger than a coin and no more imposing than an antique watch, but every lab tech in the city knew the designation. MIDV-075: a micro-integrated diagnostic vessel, built for diagnostics, built for secrets.

Mara tapped the chamber door. "Will you keep it?" she asked. MIDV-075

On release, the city blinked.