9-284: Pristine, Mine Site One
The Map is Not The Territory
She says, slightly shocked, “your own or someone else’s?”
Out of nowhere Chris says with a grin, “I dunno Ollie, I reckon I could throw the Under Commander here over that.”
Alan snorts, and mumbles something that might be “lizard piss” under his breath, but the high-tech ear plugs can only do so much and whatever he said is lost.
“Either. But you aren’t wrong…” Oliver looks at Chris. “I do think you could get somebody over it, and if there’s one thing I know…”
He looks intensely at the construction of the fence.
“People in the underbelly are willing to kill to gain their own advantages.”