"You'll be trusting him with Rede's," she said, shaking her head. "I hope you're right. Is there anyone outside the Turks who you'd consider trusting with this? And ..." She hated, hated adding this, but had to. For Rede's sake. "Include some numbers for ... Turks who've gone. They might have made it, in that world."

She crossed her legs, tucking her feet under. "A reactor sounds like a big place, has to be a phone somewhere. You give him a few key phrases that'll let anyone who picks up know he means business. And please tell me Rude's working on hunting down this Hojo sicko and beating the crap out of him?"