“None whatsoever. See you soon.”

Master Sergeant Hart watched Reckall walk away. A call blinked in the corner of his vision, which he answered with a flick of his gaze.

“Does he know?”

“I’d say suspect. He saw something on the flight deck, something the cameras didn’t catch.”

“Divert his attention, Master Sergeant. The mutiny was useful, but we spent three years pushing Ishikawa into position.”

“Affirmative. Does Namassar know?”

“Less than you. Let him do his job – do not deviate from yours. Intervene only if necessary.”

“Affirmative. And Ishikawa’s cargo?”

“Say nothing, erase the logs and backups. Your actions, while crude, were effective.”

“I didn’t expect them to show up so clearly on hyperspec.”

“You did not see anything at all, Master Sergeant.”

“Hart copies all, Schachturke. Out.”