Archangel was the only one of the team still awake. She sat hunched over her deck, tied in through the luxury jet’s onboard computers and the satlink. Not only had Saeder-Krupp supplied the jet, they’d even installed an Elvis-sized seat. The troll lay on his back, arms thrown out to his sides, snoring fitfully. Lofwyr had also sent a med-team to meet them when they’d boarded the jet, and the troll’s shoulder had been bandaged where the dog bit him.