Myla was a wolf possessed.

　　She flew down every hallway, pausing only long enough to give a single sniff before racing off again. She stopped in the middle of a doorway and stared up.

　　Hundreds of wires hung from the ceiling and they writhed in the air, sparking with electricity as they did. But there in the middle of all of them, a shiny ensignia waited.

　　"Wait, Myla," I cautioned. "This looks dangerous."

　　She snorted. "Do you really think ...