Of course, it isn’t nothingness she’s staring at. A fiber-optic line as thin as one of her greasy hairs runs from her datajack to the truck’s comm panel, where some repeaters are pulling in signals from the warehouse’s surveillance cameras. When Ranger and the others assigned us out here to pick up the ordnance, they gave us the spotters plus our own eyes, and that was it. But once I got aboard and realized what the Bulldog’s onboard electronics were capable of, I felt smug as hell as I set Katrina to watching out for our sorry asses. Great idea.