As minutes ticked by, coworkers dropped by his screen to congratulate him on his rise to the top of the day’s VTC briefing schedule. Normally those slots were occupied by senior uniformed and civilian analysts, not mere JOs. He managed to avoid making too much eye contact with his two bosses but was gratified when the CO screen-chatted him a brief ‘attaboy,’ and told him to break a leg as Aenid entered his space. She was impressed by this.
As he paged through his mail, something caught Marlow’s eye, something so startling that he almost spilled his coffee in excitement. The “Red Death” might be even more strangely important than he had thought.
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