"Dunno," Robert answered Steven. "He says he's ready. No one truly knows that until they're into the thick of it. But at this point, he's more likely an advantage to us. So I'm going to let him fight."
"You do realize that your sarcasm, Khaat, is more than likely part of the potions, right?" her father asked, unphased.
"And I thought it was because I was hurting and just generally moody," she replied.
"That too," he couldn't help a slight amused smile. "She's starting to take after you, Michael."
"You aren't minus your own sarcasm from time to time, Robert," Michael replied. "I prefer to think thats just genetics."
"Are you lot tired of putting up with me?" she yawned.
"No. Not at all," Michael laughed. "But I wish you could tell me how they're getting in when they come."
"Not sure exactly," she said, "but they will come. And they will penetrate our protection nets. They have it worked out somehow. Its all set."
"And when are they coming? Do you know?" her father asked.
"Before dawn," she said. "They've miscalculated. They think we won't be up then. They dont know we're always all up before dawn." Robert laughed, amused.
"Excellent," he said. "We will be on our own schedule, on our own home turf, well rested and fed. I'd say we have the advantage for now. I wish you could send them false information."
"And what would you like me to suggest to them?" she asked.
"That we get up, oh, perhaps by 8 or 9 when we're not working," he laughed.
"I can try," she offered.
"What are we out?" Michael asked.
"No clue whatsoever," Robert replied.