Once the bird had started making its way to the shore, Mark spoke to Pat.
"Pat, just keep looking through the satellite to see what you can get. The falcon will get to the area in about five hours, so you should be getting a better view soon."
Pat gave a grunt of confirmation through the comms, and Grace spoke up with awe in her voice.
[Mark, I really don't know what the fuck your blessing is, but I want to study it. It has to be the most versatile thing I've ever seen in my life. It's like you have something new you can do whenever I see you using it.]
Mark hummed in amusement, and Pat just chuckled as he spoke up.
[Good luck getting it out of him. I've known him for years, and I still haven't figured it out. You know what, if you can figure it out, I'll let you be the new leader of the lab.]
Grace gasped in shock!
[Really!?]
Pat deadpanned.
[Of course not, you idiot.]
[I fucking hate you.]
