[ He rubs a hand up and down Delta's arm, sliding the feed open so he can feel the thrum of York's mind already working the angles. All the shit he records from the network, all the recordings from his eye that he backs up. Everything he can verify for Delta? He's going to. They'll crack this. Last time they hadn't been expecting it.
action; Day 138, late evening
[ He rubs a hand up and down Delta's arm, sliding the feed open so he can feel the thrum of York's mind already working the angles. All the shit he records from the network, all the recordings from his eye that he backs up. Everything he can verify for Delta? He's going to. They'll crack this. Last time they hadn't been expecting it.
Now? Now they know what to look for. ]
You're fine, D. You're solid.