Getting close!
Nobody said anything to him about Domaine’s death. Not even unofficially, which surprised Tobias, briefly. Then again, what was there to say?
Then again, the cleanup process probably helped with that. There were a number of spacesuits still technically usable, if briefly; he had requisitioned one and had a volunteer (Abbie, as it turned out) put on another. Together, they wrapped Domaine’s body in plastic, shoved it in a body bag, shoved that in a vacuum-rated storage capsule and put the whole thing in the refinery furnace Heinlein Base used to get rid of problematic items. Then they cleaned every surface of the room — with chlorine gas — and put everything that had touched Domaine in the last week into the furnace. Then they added Tam’s corpse, and what was left of Oates’, and all of the files and books that the Silver Dawn had accumulated. Finally, the two carefully shucked their own temporary suits and tossed those in, too.
They didn’t overwhelm the furnace, but it was definitely more of a load than usual. On the other hand, Tobias kind of enjoyed the extra heat. It felt reasonably satisfying.