Chevy had no doubt that the drone would contain every sensor Montague could stuff into the chassis, along with full real-time telemetry.
Lunch was the suit’s bottled water and protein pellets. He ate and drank just enough to keep himself going, in the name of diaper avoidance.
Chevy had to credit Miss Redding. They’d had less than an hour to read a sheaf of negotiating instructions. She didn’t memorize them perfectly, but Bakula prompted her only twice all day. She charmed Mason with sincerity, helpful information, and the occasional polite refusal.
By the end of the day, he’d almost grown acclimated to Tritium’s bizarre sky and alien waters. He had a few minutes now and then to study the tritium extraction plant and Mason’s Triangulator, anchored out well past the reef.
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