The ghost’s path continued to elude Darkholm. And it would be foolish to simply hope the ghost had gone away.

“Ok, keep an eye on the area, but I need your help in home protection,” Ling said to Vapor. “We’re no good to Sprite if they track down our location and shut us down. Back up my cleaner and run an imprint.”

Vapor switched modes, shrinking the view on Sprite’s daggered sector, and moving over to their own firewalls and trenches. “Ok, I got your cleaner backup. What about the stucco?”

“Ignore it. We’ve got to get these guys out.”