***Estimating mass density at…*** Doc rattled off numbers to prove his point, but Johnny Winger wasn’t listening. An uncontained, unsupervised angel among the crew…he or it had to be working for someone. Was it Red Hammer? But that wasn’t possible. Quantum Corps had basically smashed Red Hammer a month ago. The leadership had scattered to half a dozen worlds and the farthest corners of the earth. Perhaps, Freeman was a spinoff from Config Zero itself….a sort of nanobotic spy in their midst. Or a Chinese plant.
He realized he couldn’t discount the possibility. Until he knew more, this Freeman bore watching. And he would be treated cautiously.
“Doc, let’s keep this between you and me for now. I want the Detachment to know about this but I’ll decide how and when to get the word out.”