39: Brice
Brice
Every time Fen spoke, every move she made, Brice analysed. At a casual glance, she seemed normal. She still veered between introspective and aggressive, but her tone with him was increasingly friendly.
Which worried him. What did she want? He thought she might’ve been a plant, sent to watch him, but why would Kaiahive do that when they had sensors in place?
Brice could feel them, if he focused in their direction. There were three scanning visuals, a couple picking up audio, and one measuring air quality—temperature, pressure, levels of various gases.
This one bothered Brice. What would Kaiahive care if it got cold in the cell, or if the CO2 levels rose? Then he turned his attention to the air vent over the door. Kaiahive might not want them dead, but they could still
