Soren was at the mission board with a notebook that was running out of pages.
He had been running zone nineteen boundary observation three times a week for four weeks. The notebook's final third was zone nineteen data—creature population counts, ambient pressure readings taken from his portable path-sense equipment at the boundary line, notes on creature distribution patterns and territorial behaviour. Systematic. Accumulated. The kind of data body that produced conclusions when you had enough of it.
He had enough.
He turned when Kai came through and waited until Kai was close enough for conversation rather than raising his voice across the board room.
