Dany toys with the hex key. The brass cylinder hangs from her neck on a bit of twine. She’ll never again be without it. Already, an image is half formed in her mind. Another piece of the plan. She is testing the knot in the twine when Eva trips into the lab, a sandwich in one hand, a hideous orange mug in the other.
“Deej!” she squeaks.
As always, Eva is dressed like a rockabilly science nerd. She wears a lab coat with her initials, EAW, embroidered on the pocket. Eva is grinning madly – her eyes twinkling from the shadows of enormous rolled bangs.
Dany nods at the lunchroom, and Eva grins – but there’s at least a dozen people she just has to say hello to on her way through the lab.
Finally, ten minutes later, the two sit down across from each other in the break room.
Dany sniffs
