Chapter Twelve
Michelson storms into the office the three of us share, his face ruddy with anger as he takes us in.
"What is this?" he demands, waving a stack of papers at us.
I assume it's the reports we wrote on Regina's extraction the day before, but I can't be too sure until he actually tells us what has annoyed him so much about it.
"I believe those are our reports, Sir," Elias says.
Why does it feel as if he's taking one for the team?
"These are hardly reports," he spits. "There's nothing in them. Where are the names? The arrests? The ceasing of goods?" I didn't think it possible for Michelson to get redder, but somehow, he's managed to.
"We've reported on everything we witnessed during the mission," Elias says far more serenely than I'd have managed. "We can't report on thing
