He lands silently on the balcony of the manor on the hill, glider folding up into his back. He doesn’t even look behind him, today – he’s flown over this city so many thousands of times that the dazzling night view no longer dazzles him.

He checks each of his other units that was active today. 03 is in its closet in the White Diamond, 05 is in a suspension chamber in the repair center downstairs (a quick diagnostic shows no real damage, that’s fine), 11 is stowed in a pod in the luggage center of the Dionysus-5 spaceport. All accounted for and active.

The memory download and consciousness integration takes only a few seconds, and the others enter conditional sleep shortly afterwards, only to wake if some brilliant individual decides to open a door labeled DO NOT OPEN before he needs them again.

He gets his report in order and opens the balcony doors.