Hye looked at her with a predatory hunger, his eyes scanning her as if she were the most delicious, essential meal in the entire world.
"What?!!" Olana stammered, instinctively retreating several steps until her back hit the cold metal of the command console.
Hye stepped closer, his shadow looming over her, his expression twisted into a look of "evil" glee that bordered on the manic. He didn't notice her discomfort; he was too consumed by the logistical requirements of his masterpiece.
"Tell me you have a detailed map of these hot zones," Hye demanded, his voice trembling with greed and raw adrenaline. "Tell me you know exactly which hot zones will be available for harvest. And better yet, tell me you can map the precise routes to reach them before the others!"
