Three
Brice had been in Doctor Regas’ room too many times recently. Usually, the medic ran a lattice check every few months, and maybe booked a second appointment if he needed to make some minor tweaks. But Brice had been here every single day since that last mission. He even felt like he was getting to know Lynet, the doctor’s assistant. A couple of times she’d even smiled at him.
She did so again, as he opened the door to the outer room. “Brice,” she said, like she was checking his name off a list—and she probably was. “Doctor Regas is ready for you.” She held the door wide and waved Brice through.
He was always Doctor Regas, never Kerwin. The lattice specialist was old-school, always immaculately dressed as if he’d stepped from another time, even down to the tidy goatee he wore.
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