The southern airfield was a strip of poured concrete and pre-fab hangars used for cargo Defense Force did not want logged at the main port.
Soma's transport landed at twenty-three-fourteen.
Caleb was waiting with Iris in a black sedan two hundred meters from the runway. He had spent the day after Tali's procedure sleeping on the safe-house couch. His silver marks had not warmed once. His bypass was sitting at eighty-four percent and stable. The override harness was looser under his shirt than it had been since Day One.
The transport was not the small extraction vehicle Soma had taken to Lagos.
It was a sixty-meter cargo lifter.
Iris said: "He didn't come back alone."
"No."
"Stay in the car for the first sixty seconds. Let him see me first."
She got out.
Soma came down the lifter's rear ramp with a sealed transport case in his left hand and a man Caleb had never seen walking behind him.
