She knew John was nervous when he connected the EEG to her data network. He was pale and showed all the signs of distress in his movements. But his face was calm. “You are sure about this, Eos?” “As sure as I can be, John. There is no alternative. I…we can’t lose Virgil. International Rescue can not operate without him.” He stilled at her answer, his eyes looking towards the floor a moment before once again looking up. “And what about danger to you, Eos? We can not afford to lose you either.” She did not answer him immediately, studying him from the safety of her processors. “I am less important.” His eyes lit up, his voice firm. “No, Eos, you are not.” His eyes narrowed. “What about all those self-preservation directives you declared so thoroughly when we met?” Those green eyes were burning. She smiled to herself. “Let us say that I’ve learnt from my elders.” “Eos…” “Do not worry, John, I will take all due care. It will be difficult, but I believe it will be worth the risk. I’m fully backed up on Thunderbird Five, which is more than you can say each time you throw yourself […]