Log Entry 05.03.3021, 09:16
hours
I can’t get enough of him. I’m so sure
the others know.
No one’s said anything, though. Maybe
I’m just being overly cautious. We don’t touch unless we’re alone.
Hell, we barely even talk if anyone else is in the room, and what
we have to say when they can overhear us is strictly business. “How
many klicks to the ruins?” We sound like we’re talking in code. I
feel like an actor who hasn’t quite gotten his lines down yet.
They’re watching me; I know it, watching us, weighing
everything we say, judging us. The only time I’m free anymore is
when it’s just the two of us alone.
When Ansel left for the field this
morning, I snuck into his lab and swiped his data disk. We’ve been
at this gig for over a week now, he keeps saying he’s no closer
than
