This might get into first draft form by the end of the week! Huzzah!
Oft looked over to the now-uncovered window, which showed Nemo hunched over the Box. The heavy fabric covering him and it both descended halfway to the floor, because you can’t be too careful. “It’s still foul,” he muttered.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “So is trying to kill every person on One-Eighteen. You heard their plan, right?” Both of them nodded. Not that it was much of a plan; the last batch of cultists was going to skip subtlety entirely, and just poison the water supply with deathheart. I was damned if I knew why they thought that would work, but even when it didn’t they’d still probably kill a bunch of people, and contaminate far too much of the base.
“I asked the Redacted to send over a security team,” Oft told me. “They can spare Chalerm Suwern, and only because he’s already present. He is our best Security officer, though.”
“That’s something. Syah, I need somebody to do locks. You checked out on field technical operations?”
“Yes, Pam, but just the basic qualifications. Happy to do it, but don’t you want somebody better trained?”
“We’re doing this now, we’re really short of trained personnel, and I need somebody I can trust.” Then I shifted my eyes, because that admission hit him pretty hard. Which is what I wanted it to do.