Her conversation with Marishka meant that it was time to accelerate part of her plan. Such as it was. It was hard to admit that she didn’t have a really solid idea of what they would do, but she figured between them all they would find the clues they needed and put something into action.
She felt like she was floating along on a sea of possibility but lurking beneath the surface was regret, guilt and misfortune. Oh well, it was too late to call this off. Or was it?
The captain sat at the desk in her and Konral’s quarters while she typed a message, cryptically, of course. It was coded and sent to a buffer destination so that no one would know who she was communicating with. At least those that she didn’t want to know. The recipient would get a ping notifying them of the message and they would have the means to get into the missive.
It seems about the right time. The right people know about all of this, but I do feel like we need to put out heads together and work through a plan of action. Anytime from now. Door is open. Be discreet.~G
It was simple enough and if someone really wanted to figure it out they could, but the cryptic message was good enough for her. Though even she knew the last part was unnecessary.
She moved to the sofa with a couple of glasses in hand and set a bottle on the table. Might as well relax while they talked about very non-relaxing topics.
Fl. Captain Koraia, CO
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