What do you mean, it worked?" Mistress Christine glared at Davy Hans, who knelt before her chair by the window, like a criminal begging for his life. Surprisingly, Christine felt more intrigued than angry about this new development. Maybe she would let Hans live after all.
"I don't know how it happened, Mistress," Hans grumbled, sweat covering his face. "The Tron disappeared and took the Teleporter with them."
Christine reached over and lifted the System Drive from where she'd placed it on the stone ledge of the windowsill. "How, exactly, could they do that when I'm holding the heart of the Teleporter in my hands?"
"Atticus must've winked them out somehow." Hans kept his eyes fixed on the floor.
"Impossible," Christine said immediately. "I have first-hand reports that Atticus's Teleporter was damaged. Plus, you're the one who said their plan was to go back to the ancient Death Meadow battlefield and get winked hours from now."
"Then how did—"