43: Deva
Deva
It was late at night when Wrench messaged her. He had something, was sending it across. He’d encrypted it, so it would take a while.
Deva waited. She lay back, stared up at the ceiling. There was a damp patch in the corner, barely noticeable, but she couldn’t avoid it now.
It was something to look at.
She’d initially set the wall terminals to show the passing scenery, but the snow brought back bad memories. And seeing the mountains only reminded her that she couldn’t leave this cabin, except to crawl through the duct to Wrench’s.
At least he got to visit the restaurant carriage, even if he only did that to grab take-outs. Most of the time he worked on the bug, pulling data from the system.
He’d confirmed that Creepy and his colleagues worked for System One, that it was
