"Al-Habib," she said. "He might, for instance, have been implanted with a bomb. Considering his bulk, quite a powerful one. Or a swarm weapon, for that matter. The system saw to the others." Netherton remembered the silhouette of the flying hand. "Protocol required him to be dealt with in the same fashion. He wasn’t. There must have been a strategic reason for that. Slow a bit, now." Her hard gray forepaw tapped his chest. Distinctly, claws. "They’re nearby."