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.
Soma had left in a small extraction vehicle. He came back in 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.
