Seven squinted through half-closed lids. A slow, mocking amusement curled the corners of her mouth.
"A pro? How so?" Her lazy, playful drawl filled the small space.
Fin leaned back. His shoulders dropped as he replied. "My resume. I worked for a faction for two years and was the best at infiltrating systems there, haha."
Resting her chin on one palm, Seven let out a sharp snicker. "Let me guess, the corporate benefits package included a premium dental plan for all that digital trespassing?"
"Hahaha!" Fin burst out laughing.
Suddenly, a sharp, dry cough killed the conversation.
From the head of the table, Misfortune went still. Her head tilted a fraction toward the noise at the far end.
"I'm blind, not deaf, Officer Seven and Fin. Please be quiet."
"We apologise." The scrape of chairs and muttered voices died out.
Misfortune's fingers tapped once against the table edge, reorienting herself, then she slid back into the logistics of the upcoming operation.
