“Admit is ahead,” Sprite said.

Scotty started hammering away on a keyboard, and Helen immediately perked up. She didn’t trust him. She looked around the room, but no one showed signs of concern.

“You’ve got general admission right,” Scotty said, still hammering away, his voice a soft echo in Helen’s headphone. “I’m working on member status next.”

“Vapor, how’s traffic here?” Sprite asked.

“Lower but still heavy. I’m getting numbers around 650.”

“Stealth?”

“Still silent,” Darkholm answered.

“Scotty, how we looking?” Ling asked.

“General member’s covered. Elite is next.”

“Hang on,” Vapor said. “I’m reading another ghost in your sector.”