![]() ![]() Hey, Nacho, you ready for lunch? came Kev’s voice from behind him. I do not do fieldwork! His finger accidentally tapped the keys on the last character, and a lone exclamation point appeared on the screen, in the body of the e-mail addressed to Sofia Martinez, director of the CXO, the Central Xenomorph Organization. Why the fuck can’t you just put someone else on this damn case. That understanding, that love, but also that disappointment. I must therefore regretfully…He bit his lower lip, imagined the look on Mama Tasha’s face at seeing him on her doorstep, suitcase in hand. But a difference from behind the safety of a desk. When I joined the CXO, it was to make a difference. It is with great sadness that I tender my resignation to the CXO, but circumstances…He frowned, nose twitching, hands freezing a moment over the keys before once more taking up their dance. Ignacio’s hands fidgeted above the keyboard, fingers typing phantom sentences that never made it to the screen. ![]()
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