I took her arm and guided her around the corner. I was having a release of adrenaline from my organic parts and I felt weird and cold. There was no way an implant could have been put into Amena, she’d never been out of my and ART’s sight, but I scanned her again anyway. "ART encountered the Barish-Estranza transports before its first forced shutdown," I told her. "Whatever attacked it and kidnapped its crew, came from one of their ships."