A few moments later another individual entered the video. A small woman. No more than five feet tall. With dark brown hair. People that small aren't usually allowed into the army for strength requirements, but if they were Psionic… That was another matter.
Thorne watched the projector, eyes wide, alert. "Do you think it's her?" Malone asked, but he was drowned out by the intensity he was paying attention to the recording.
"Denise is it? Take a seat. What can I do for you today? I am a very busy woman."
"Yes Lochagos, thanks a million! I promise I won't take up much of your time." Denise said with a salute and sat down.
Thorne took a deep exhale. That voice… "It is her…" The same mannerisms, the same genuflection. Without a doubt. This Denise was the sanguine butcher!
Thorne's mind wanted to wander, but the conversation began and he needed to watch.
