Kid Win stared at the screen for a long while. Cryptmail. That wouldn’t be an agreement with the PRT.
Yeah, no, he’s definitely talking to someone else.
“So someone got to you before we did,” he muttered to himself. He tapped the armor over his ear twice to open a communications channel, “Console?”
Certainly sounds like it.
“Weld here, manning the console.”
“Do me a favor, call everyone back to the base for a quick meeting? And maybe call Piggot?”
You think we need everyone for this? Well, fair enough, Weld did want more communication.
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