If it feels like I was over-analyzing things, you're not wrong. And while events proved my instincts correct, I've been off the mark before. Those instances just don't make intriguing tales.
"Got the information, Viktor," Thorne began.
"Took you a while," I retorted, partly out of annoyance.
"And if I had instantly given you a name?"
I'd have probably chided him for not investigating further. Sometimes, accepting you're cornered is the best move.
"Well done," I conceded.
"Thanks. Let's discuss."
At this juncture, Piers popped in, "Thorne? Found that map."
"Great, bring it here."
We were always cordial in our office interactions.
As Thorne spread out a map across my desk, I refrained from bombarding him with questions he'd feel too proud answering. I recognized landmarks like Pardus Mountain and Forest Python River, implying the presence of Terran Mountains nearby.
Thorne pointed out a location. "This is Cernan County."
"Doesn't ring a bell."
"Doesn't matter then."
