Hans carefully glanced at Tyrus for several moments.
"You... you were planning to be part of the operation, weren't you?"
"Took you a long time to notice, Commander."
As if! Hans screamed internally.
"You could have just asked directly."
"And rob the Commander of the joy of discovering my intentions himself?"
"You are exhausting."
"That's great. It means your mind has worked hard."
"Many great minds know when to shut up."
Tyrus placed a hand over his chest, dramatizing a heart attack. "How cruel of the Commander."
Hans leaned back and stared at him.
There was no point pretending Tyrus would stay uninvolved. The man had already placed himself inside the problem. Even if Hans ordered him away, Tyrus would probably keep watching from the side and act as if breathing near the operation counted as obedience.
Besides, Hans needed additional options.
Cell 7's mysterious Elemental remained a risk factor.
The receiver also needed days for repair.
