Chapter 44

Octavian Karr

"Meechum," Karr yelled into the control room.

Nev Meechum's blonde head popped up from one of the terminals.

"Yes, Sir," she called out.

"Why are the Syth-Ls not running diagnostics yet?"

Meechum looked around at the other two handlers at their terminals. Obviously, she wondered if she could speak about the Syth-Ls here.

She had better realize, and quickly, that she had better speak about them.

"They said the silicone housing tore on the one's limbic implant. They are replacing it right now."

"Damn it." His fists clenched at his sides.

There were always issues like this. Why did everything break when it was his responsibility?

Damn the cheap parts.

He composed himself and stood in front of Meechum. He had to control his rage because he couldn't appear like he was buckling under the stress.

"So, you're telling me those fools are still bumbling around with hardware."

"Yes, Sir."

"Why aren't they running diagnostics on the other two then?"