Mission Epilogue

Mose is fitted with a tracker and assigned three escort spyflies. He is restricted to campus. He doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by the situation, or his actions.

I get a few notifications that things are progressing in the investigation, but no police. I’ll take that as a win.

“You want to talk about it?” I ask.

Mose tracks the hovering spyflies with his eyes and grins. “I hate public speaking.”

“Give me something here, Mose,” I say. “You’re on the edge.”

I see a glitter in Mose’s eyes. His smile disappears. “Imagine the money the Assembly is losing by not streaming our fantastic fights. Doesn’t make much sense, does it?”

Well, on that, we agree.