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A searing flash of light bursts from the floor of Wilde’s office. He blinks, once, twice, and the paper in his hand crumples to dust. He sighs. He had spent two hours on that report.
Of course, it could be that one of them is infected and they’re fighting each other.
Or it could be Carter pushing Barnes’ buttons (again) and Zolf settling their dispute with a little more show than necessary (again).
He hears Hamid’s high-pitched yell, Zolf’s hurried apologies, Cel’s delighted laugh, Carter’s screams, and a noticeable silence from Barnes and Azu.
Well, they’re getting along. That’s good.