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The pack responded. Firefly detached a single, pencil-thin tendril of explosive. Cicada’s manipulator arms snatched it and, with insectile delicacy, glued it to the center of the maintenance hatch. The Archivist, focused on his work, didn’t notice.

“Now,” Kael whispered.

Kael froze. “Nest, I have a clean lock. Say again.” targeting pack

“Improvise, Wasp. You are the targeting pack. Adapt.” The pack responded