Thalia
WELL, CRAP, THAT INTERRUPTION came at an inopportune moment, although Thalia doubted that she would have been able to talk Lt. Velasquez into an interview. He seemed a really odd sort. Nervous, flighty, knew nothing. To wipe someone’s mindbase wasn’t usually that successful, she thought. Or maybe that was because there had been almost nothing there.
Thalia expected to come back to the room and find all three men in different corners, sunk in their own world. Jun moping, Paul being angry about something and muttering under his breath. Sol would be the only one actually doing anything useful, like writing a report, although he’d get Jun to help him, and Jun might actually do it, because he was a good kid, even if far too young.
But when she entered the room, she found all three men
