They walked back from the docking bay without saying anything for the first couple of minutes. The corridor was empty, just the two of them and the sound of the fleet doing what it always did, that low constant hum that you stopped hearing after a few days because it became the same as silence.
"Arthur," Kelvin said finally.
"Maybe," Noah said.
"His reach into the EDF isn't new information," Kelvin said. "Lyra. Vice headmaster. Half the people we thought were just career soldiers turned out to be flying his flag the whole time." He paused. "Planting a tracking device on a ship belonging to two people drifting in space, one of whom is EDF, that's not beyond him."
"No," Noah said.
"Or Kruel," Kelvin said. "Sirius Prime. Bruce Hilton. He used an S ranked telepath as a broadcast amplifier and controlled three planets simultaneously." He looked at Noah sideways. "A tracking device is actually simpler than that. That's him being conservative."
"Which is worse," Noah said.
