They'd chosen a small room this time.
No big screens, no tiered seating just a narrow table, four chairs on each side, and a single display bolted to the wall like an afterthought.
Mara knew better.
Intimacy made knives easier.
Rin's clip played on a loop.
The arch fighting with itself CLEAR / HOLD / CLEAR / HOLD,Tal's blurred outline under it, the officer's hand on his shoulder, Kade stepping in, Control's tired voice telling them not to drown themselves in paperwork.
Mutters rose from the people packed into the room.
Security, Internal, two Board members, a representative from Communications, Lin sitting off to one side with their console open, expression neutral.
"Turn it off," Internal said finally.
The Communications rep flicked her wrist; the image froze with the words WHO DECIDES superimposed over the arch.
Hashtag at the bottom: #ManualIsNotNeutral.
