He dropped inside the window and brushed his thin blue hair out of his eyes. The next chamber, a vast, round, high-ceilinged room, only had a door on either side. He could see the drones’ eyes flickering, twisted lines of violet and gold and red glowing ominously in the dark. There were hundreds above his head. They would drift like fish, making circles in their murky aquarium, until they were energized. As Kestrel crossed into the room, only visible by the light reflected behind him, the drones stopped cold. He would have admired their discipline if he’d known they had a choice. He was a magnet to their lurid eyes. Only those with more than one tail could concentrate their attention on something else.