"Tell me how you plan to overcome this... statistical impossibility, first," Father Vincent said, looking deep into Mir's eyes.
"What? We never said we had a plan to overcome that." Murray suddenly looked a little wary. Even he realized that he might have misunderstood Father Vincent's intellect. The man had managed to guess something.
Father Vincent tapped the metal container thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off Mir's blank face. "The person I just praised so much for making smart decisions surely cannot be dumb enough to chase after a possibility as low as 0.6 percent. I bet you have a plan, Mir, my boy. Would you like to explain?"
