Cursed Eavesdroppers

Who: Keto, Observers
Where: AR Suite
When: Just after Trisees hurries off
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<<SNIP>>
Trisees stood up and walked towards the door of the AR suite.
Opening it, he took a step through before turning back to the former
Keto. "Don't worry, I'm on your side," he said before nodding
and walking forward.
<<END SNIP>>
The man sighed as Trisees walked out, the AR Suite doors closing
behind him, and leaned against the wall again. This time, all the
dust already having been liberated, he simply slid down it to a small
huddled heap against the wall.
It was only a matter of time, he knew, before somebody found that
brain and interrogated it. He wasn't Charles Keto, and so the JMC
would probably take a fairly dim view of his being department head
aboard one of their ships. A very dim view, in fact. A view so dark
as to make the average black hole glow.
Casting his eyes around in despair, the man saw something that
caught his eye, and froze once again.
Sticking out from behind one corner of a computer bank was what was
unmistakeably the foot of someone trying to hide behind it.
Quietly, trying not to make any noise at all, the man rose back up
to his feet. Keeping out of sight, he reached behind him and
pulled. With a sad-sounding little twist, part of one of the AR
machines broke off, leaving the man holding a fairly hefty metal
bar. Gripping it tightly, he took a couple of steps forwards.
"Whoever that is, get out from behind that machine now. That's an
order," he said, firmly.
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OOC: Tag! :)