"'You'll find out,'" Clara said.
She offered a card.
Wei Ling looked at it.
Took it.
Internally, behind the card-offering and the exchange-program pitch and the entirely constructed but entirely airtight cover story: Clara observed the bloodline trace the way she'd been trained to observe it in the forty-eight hours since Vegas. The system's highlight in her peripheral perception — the faint thread of something that Raven had described as 'dimensional architecture, secondary class.' The specific bloodline that would interact with Minjung's Drafter lineage in a way that neither of them would be able to do alone.
'Target confirmed,' she filed.
'Approach successful.'
Wei Ling put the card in her jacket pocket.
"'The program has two spots,'" she said. "'Who's the other candidate?'"
"'Not your concern,'" Clara said, pleasantly.
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