Tessa had a problem with leaving things alone.
It was one of her best qualities and one of her worst, depending on who you asked and what she had decided to dig into on any given day. When they were fourteen, Tessa had spent three weeks tracking down the source of a rumor that the head cook was watering down the omega rations to save costs. She had been right. The head cook had been quietly redirecting a portion of the omega food budget to cover a personal debt with one of the beta merchants in the eastern quarter. Tessa had presented her findings to the omega barracks supervisor with the calm precision of someone delivering a research paper, and the head cook had been reassigned within a week.
When they were seventeen, Tessa had noticed that the training yard schedule was being altered
