point of view.
Joseph. How much longer will you sit there staring into your
coffee, my friend?
Gooseman got under your skin, didn't
changed you more than him.
But you'll never admit it.
I don't understand.
As if I'd risk losing my best gentech and
the only base commander I've ever gotten along with, not to
mention one of the most promising BDCs we have, because of a
little fussing and extra water.
When I go over to your table,
all I'll catch is a glimpse of wariness followed by the
inscrutability of a damned good officer.
Max keeps his voice low.
I'd have missed
it if the door weren't open and I weren't working at the console
next to it. It isn't the first warning I've caught him giving.
I'm sure it won't be the last, either.
"How do gills
work?" a childish, curious voice asks behind me.
look up when I answer. "Oxygen from the water diffuses into
veins under thin skin."
I catch a glimpse of a blond
shock as he whizzes out of my lab.
I shake my head about Max
I'm as bad as they.