Link, now. Her clock meshed with his and the upload began. Data flowed through her, up and away to hit every major news network. She transmitted all seventeen million files pulled from the MIs—an indexed overview of the mass slaughter—and ran a live stream from Alice’s eyes. Her clock accelerated, and heat spread through her, skin hot as it struggled to dump the waste energy. She faced Conner and saw the grenade bounce once, twice, in slow motion. It exploded and a shockwave flew toward her. It slowed, slowed, but she couldn’t move. It was on her.