The shower was just a shower, much to Jordie’s disappointment, but he could see something was bothering Mason and didn’t push anything. He noticed Mason changed into jeans and a T-shirt rather than another containment suit and followed his lead. Madame hadn’t said to come in uniform but he expected her not to like them reporting to the command center as civilians. And he was right.
“I thought you understood protocol of the command room—” Madame started but Mason cut her off.
“I understand you have positioned us as weapons to the people paying for all of this stuff. And I am sure you must justify the expense. But they still need to understand that Jordie, me and even Stephanie are still people—not a missile.”
“You are still young—” started Madame.
“Yes, but raised apart and secluded. We
