Denver was colder than Seattle, which I hadn't thought possible.
We stepped through the portal into an industrial area nestled against the mountains, the air thin enough that I felt it immediately in my lungs. The rift pulsed about fifty meters away, surrounded by approximately seventy enforcers arranged in defensive formation, already waiting for us this time.
"Seventy," Kelvin said, sounding pleased. "Now we're talking."
"You have problems," Mara said, already setting up her scanner.
"I have priorities."
Ryota's team was already in position, cameras rolling, coalition monitor showing the same grid of faces from Seattle. More of them this time, word had apparently spread.
"Coalition feed is live," Ryota confirmed. "Twelve cells from before, plus six more who wanted to observe."
"Fantastic," I muttered. "A bigger audience."
Chen Wei's face was prominent on the monitor, her expression somehow even more hostile than it had been three hours ago.
