Chapter 12Margot looked up from her tablet when the door into Systems opened. Izzy stepped in, covering a yawn, carrying a lidded mug of coffee. A matching mug sat at Margot’s elbow.
“Mornin’,” Izzy said, sitting down at the work table that was finally clear again after a day and a half of solid work. Once they finally broke off for some sleep, the security-minded Izzy had insisted on gathering up even the scrap paper they’d made rough drawings and notes on, and locked it all away. “Surprised Johaan wasn’t back first.”
“He was,” Margot said. “He’s gone to get us some breakfast.”
“Ah, good man.” She sipped from her mug, then stood to go to the coffee carafe at the beverage station to top it up. “You manage to sleep okay?” she asked, staying over by the coffee.
Margot shrugged. “Not grea
