<<I can't tell you what you want, love,>> Mike says patiently. <<Of course, you can see what I want. But I don't reckon Tamora would want you to be stuck like this, and I mean that earnestly, regardless of what either of us wants.>>
A few yards away, Corliss shakes his head. "There aren't many uninfested humans, no, but there are some. Some who help us of their own accord, most who have known Yeerks and...lost them." He frowns at the ground, distracted.
<<You can try to plant as many seeds of suspicion about Ertoran as you'd like,>> he replies to Serid, <<but I doubt that will change Reven's opinion of her. They've known each other a long time.>> He allows a bit more of his mind to seep into the Andalite's, selecting snippets of times where Tora has helped them, saved their lives. The first time Corliss met her, the suspicion that went along with it.
Outwardly Corliss heaves a sigh, looking up. "Don't suppose she heard me hollering," he murmurs. "I guess she needed to speak with Ossanlin, alone, anyway." He picks up his pace, jogging the last few yards and slowing to a walk a few feet from Terenia.
He smiles sheepishly. "Hi," he says, with a little wave. Corliss notices the sweat on Mike's brow and he tilts his head, curious. "You been running a marathon?"
Salem's backdoor attempts fail, since the structure of Yeerkish computers is strictly linear--especially under so much security precautions. But with time, the character-based password would crack.
And in a few minutes, it does.
The encryption code pops up on the screen, flashing a paler, affirmative shade of green.
Then two things happen at once: Another screen appears, scrolling text in Yeerkish and providing a little diagram of a generic eyeball.
And the password compromise alert causes Corliss' comm link to beep an incessant, high-pitched pattern.
