"I hope a simple misunderstanding won't derail the rest of the handover. Could you perhaps ask Captain Fenris to release him?"
His words, however, met with dead silence.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Serena.
From the moment Watson lunged to the moment guns were drawn, Serena hadn't moved an inch.
She stood there with her arms crossed, her expression lazy and detached, as if the conflict unfolding in front of her was entirely irrelevant.
Yet the attitude of everyone present made it crystal clear to Thorne... the person who truly dictated how this would end wasn't Fenris, or the ship's directors.
It was Ms. Panacea.
Thorne's expression tightened.
Jerrick finally looked up, his gray-blue eyes sweeping coldly over the man. "If you can't even figure out who you should be apologizing to, maybe you shouldn't be the director."
His tone was flat, but his words pulled no punches.
Thorne's hands, hanging by his sides, slowly balled into fists as a dark shadow crossed his eyes.
He truly couldn't fathom why this group from Project Zero-Transit would go to such lengths to protect a young pharmacist.
She was young, and her background wasn't exactly transparent.
Yet the medical audits bowed to her.
The handover authorization bowed to her.
Even the infamous Fenris—a man rumored to only care about the mission, not the people—was directly stepping up for her.
Even deciding Watson's fate required her nod first.


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