Director Markin1 was standing on his own power next to his open cryonic chamber. His arms hung at his side. It was an impressive feat, this soon after being resuscitated. His muscles looked to be buckling under the stress, though, so it must have been sheer willpower holding him up. Tun2 stood across the room from him with one hand hooked on his rifle strap and his head slightly c****d.
Yob3 dragged a chair over and placed it next to Markin1.
“How long?” Markin1 said.
“You should sit down before I answer that, Director.”
“I see you still address me as your superior. You can stop that. Your employment here is terminated.”
Yob3 cracked a smile. “I no longer work at RL-71.”
“When I’m through, you will no longer be a scientist, either, and may well find yourself in exile. I admit I did n
