‘Ya know what they doin’, Sal? I overheard the nurse.’
‘Overheard, Johnny?’
He raised a lip, and an eyebrow, “Yea, well, Sal, I gotta do what I gotta do to keep you and him safe,’ he nodded at her stomach, glowing in the HoloSphere, slightly bulging. He squinted his eye slightly and saw the outline, first skeletal, then nervous, then circulatory. ‘He’s doin’ good, Sal. You hungry, you eatin’-’
She cut him off, ‘I’m fine, Johnny. What did you hear?’
‘Well the nurses in their comms, they was sayin’ they do this whole English Monarch Underground jazz thing. They take girls married overseas, US girls, our kind, and they create this rubbished history - false genetic schematics, false adoptive records - and even if it’s true, which I mean, who’s to say, but either way they kidnap them electronically, and reinsert the girls back home, here. Tha’s the real project Monarch, from what I can tell. Using US to get and spread intelligence, an internal coup.’ She sneezed. ‘Sal, you okay?’ He rezzed a handkerchief in to her hand, the best he could do from his HoloSphere. ‘Get some rest, I’m gonna send Jimmy over with some chicken soup for you and the little guy.’ He squeezed her hand, and turned off his side of the Sphere. He knew they were watching, and needed to see what they would do next.