41: Deva
Deva
“Before you say anything,” Deva said as she entered Chiron’s office, “I’ve got a plan.”
He sat behind his desk, and he looked amused. “A plan?”
“Yeah.” She pointed to one of the chairs. “Okay if I sit?”
He nodded, and she pulled up a chair, shuffled to get comfortable. He watched, and his eyes shone, like he was amused.
She leaned in. “Did some digging, found more intel…”
He held up a hand. “I know. I’ve been watching.”
“You know?” she said.
He nodded. “Digging in the system, taking a little excursion. Almost getting yourself caught. No—you did get caught, didn’t you? At least, some cleaner called Moya got caught. Only been there a week, and already causing trouble. Of course, nobody remembers her too well, even though she had bright red hair.” He tilted his head.
