"The secrecy constraint is entirely because you're worried the Enemy's given us a ticking time bomb of a King? It won't kill Fëanáro to be denied something he wants for once in his life; just tell him you won't do it. Or tell him it's what Maitimo wanted, he hasn't expressed any feelings about that but I'm charitably guessing that deep down he has them.

I want resurrection figured out so you can level Angband. If you weren't here I would go and do it anyway. There are more people there than here, now."

Cam sighs.

He tosses the chip; when it's at the right height above the ground a body appears around it.

And she blinks, several times, and then clambers to her feet in confusion. 

"Two questions," Findekano says. "Firstly, were you in Mandos?"

"Not that I recall - I was dead, then? This isn't Mandos?"

"We're applying for his job. Your husband's alive and coping; he had to promise me a lot of things so that it'd be safe to bring you back, and I need a promise from you as well - that you won't go home or anywhere people will recognize you. It wouldn't be safe for anyone if it was learned you were alive. And the Enemy might target you so he can learn how we did it."

"I can give you a thing that'll let you melt your chip if captured, or if you die again."

"Sure, thanks. I can also - I swear not to tell anyone anything about how I was brought back to life - he can change memories around, you know, and seem like other people - who are you, and is there anywhere safe for me to go?"

"Relatively safe," sighs Cam. "I'm Cam. You will need to train a different kind of chip to have a unique mental signature and then I can give you a heart monitor and a melter." He chips her and gives her a chip trainer.

"Is there a sufficiently secure way for me to work on the other thing we discussed without demons learning it from me."

"Computers like the one I've got are demon-secure by default, I can give you one of those."

"Thank you."

Cam hands him a computer.

"Will you level Angband the minute we get it working. If we do."

"I'm still not fully clear on the reasoning there. I assume he's got lots of offplanet backups of everybody."

"So then steal flight courses. Ask for all extant copies and track them down and keep doing it until there aren't any. If that fails turn the entire galaxy into the most destructive thing you can think of and when there are no minds left anywhere you will be able to bring them all back."

"Only the Elves and the orcs!"

"I think you are maybe underestimating how much worse than death the current situation is."

"I think you are not at your clearest-minded. But by all means work on the project."

He leaves.

Cam ferries the resurrectee to the bunker.

...And he finally has a demonic correspondent, good, they've already gone through most of the pending experiments. He ferries the results where those need to be.

The cities in Mithrim explode. The kids in the bunker are having a hard time. The Enemy manifests tanks and smashes a few miles farther towards Brithombar.