Kurt regretted the fact that he had to leave Matt behind even for this short jaunt but honestly, it was for the best. The last thing either of them wanted was some of the Hopeful’s medical staff to spot him in the Spartan wing…or worse yet, one of his people. Tom and Lucy were about and underfoot and he needed to find a way of convincing his two closest aides that he needed some time to himself.
Once upon a time, he’d saved them from an unspeakable hell. Lucy had been on the verge of being marked as unfit for duty and being shuffled off to some ONI scientific lab to no doubt be poked and prodded while Tom had almost gotten whisked out from underneath him by Ackerson who’d wanted a pet Spartan of his own. Kurt wasn’t the kind of man who threw his weight around but for Tom and Lucy, he had fought tooth and nail for them and to keep them safely at his side. He’d argued who better to train Spartans but other Spartans?
Thankfully, the higher ups had seen it his way and in doing so, he knew he’d bought their undying loyalty. So when he shot off a quick message to his attaché’s requesting that he not be disturbed except for the anything short of massive catastrophe or attack on the station, he knew the order would puzzle them, but they would follow it without question.
He returned to his quarters and fetched the datapad he’d been using the past few months and fetched it. Thanks to the communiqué he’d received from Deep Winter, he knew no one would bat an eyelash when he told them he’d destroyed the datapad rather than risk there being any chance of latent code from Onyx’s doomed smart AI on his datapad.
With his part of the mission accomplished, he made his way back through the tangle of hallways in a round-about way back to the room they’d chosen to make their own. This part of the station was under strict blackout conditions so he knew none of the cameras were monitoring him but some habits were automatic and on the off chance someone else spotted him roaming the halls, he didn’t want to lead them directly back to Maine.
It also gave him time to make sure he wiped all traces of incriminating information about Onyx from the datapad until he was relatively certain it had been pretty much wiped back to near factory defaults.
Once he reached the room, Kurt slipped inside brandishing the pad with a smile. “Got it.”
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Once upon a time, he’d saved them from an unspeakable hell. Lucy had been on the verge of being marked as unfit for duty and being shuffled off to some ONI scientific lab to no doubt be poked and prodded while Tom had almost gotten whisked out from underneath him by Ackerson who’d wanted a pet Spartan of his own. Kurt wasn’t the kind of man who threw his weight around but for Tom and Lucy, he had fought tooth and nail for them and to keep them safely at his side. He’d argued who better to train Spartans but other Spartans?
Thankfully, the higher ups had seen it his way and in doing so, he knew he’d bought their undying loyalty. So when he shot off a quick message to his attaché’s requesting that he not be disturbed except for the anything short of massive catastrophe or attack on the station, he knew the order would puzzle them, but they would follow it without question.
He returned to his quarters and fetched the datapad he’d been using the past few months and fetched it. Thanks to the communiqué he’d received from Deep Winter, he knew no one would bat an eyelash when he told them he’d destroyed the datapad rather than risk there being any chance of latent code from Onyx’s doomed smart AI on his datapad.
With his part of the mission accomplished, he made his way back through the tangle of hallways in a round-about way back to the room they’d chosen to make their own. This part of the station was under strict blackout conditions so he knew none of the cameras were monitoring him but some habits were automatic and on the off chance someone else spotted him roaming the halls, he didn’t want to lead them directly back to Maine.
It also gave him time to make sure he wiped all traces of incriminating information about Onyx from the datapad until he was relatively certain it had been pretty much wiped back to near factory defaults.
Once he reached the room, Kurt slipped inside brandishing the pad with a smile. “Got it.”