The six-armed officer who was their assigned captain was the only one of the only few with direct authority to move about the place as they pleased.
If anyone knew how to get up there, it would be him.
But…
E.E whispered, "We can't interrogate him. If he disappears or acts weird, this whole place collapses on us."
Angy nodded. "We need access without suspicion. So whatever move we make…"
Her eyes hardened.
"Has to be clean."
Their first assigned task was simple: inventory scanning. Menial work. Boring work. Work that low-ranked soldiers normally handled.
Which was perfect, because it allowed them to move through multiple areas without suspicion.
The first few days inside the 42nd commander's station were a suffocating blur of protocols, restrictions, and silently ticking pressure.
