There wasn't much noise in the room.
Rex stood there, looking at Pavellia with the same expression he wore when someone had just revealed information that altered the course of events. He was contemplating what this meant for the entire operation.
"She has her good looks, but it seems like her brain... needs a little work."
He said, "You have the full six-week movement record."
"Yes," she said.
Rex asked, "Why are you telling me this now instead of six weeks ago to that fucking bum?"
Pavellia's expression shifted slightly. "Six weeks ago, I wasn't sure if the information would be utilized or discarded."
'What the fuck...?' Behind the mask, Rex's expression suggested he was nearing the end of his patience with all the bullshit they fed him.
