In fact, he’d swear the cursor was laughing at him.This did not look good.The recon mission yesterday had been a success, yes, but Rys still had this pesky after-action report to write. He’d given Admiral Bloch the bare bones of it this morning, of course. He’d just left out a few things. Like…crushed cars…and heavy machinery left running all night…minor details, really.He’d kept a close eye on the news, just in case he needed to do a quick explanation to his chain of command, but so far the news report stated only that “a few drunk teenagers had taken some construction equipment for a joy ride and damaged a nearby office building.” The cover up had apparently worked as Rys intended to. He had time to write a full report (and probably get reprimanded for it) but…he didn’t quite know how to phrase it in such a way to mitigate the damage. He had rather jumped the gun on this one.Not having any real action for nearly two months had obviously made him twitchier than he’d suspected.Rys reexamined the information he had from the Novan analyst’s office, the foreboding growing steadily.
