“Bring us the boy,” Dr. Zimm had ordered Yahav. “The one named Vihaan. The Indian who is forever babbling on about quantum physics and quantum computers.”
Dr. Zimm had eavesdropped on several of the CMI team’s late night campfire conversations, thanks to the “wire” that the boy Klaus was wearing (even though he thought it was just a panic button to contact Yahav).
“What about the girl?” Yahav had asked. “What about Max?”
“Her time will come. But for today, the Corp is demanding immediate results. They want this quantum computer. The boy will appease them. Bring Vihaan to the mines. Seize him at the next available opportunity!”
“But I can just as easily grab the girl,” insisted Yahav.
“No. She belongs to me. I will not have her genius squandered here in this desolate location. I need to take her home with me. I have better equipment. A better lab. A better research environment.”
“When will that operation be a go? When will you snatch Max Einstein?”
“Soon, Yahav. Very, very soon.”