Snippet #1762004

If there was one thing that was always true about Halifax, it's that he knew more than he let on. He would look surprised as to not rob you of the satisfaction, but it was never new information to him. Today was no different.

To a lesser ranked, official reports were the trump card of the military: too significant to be ignored but too vague to be questioned. Thankfully, Halifax relied on other, more effective channels of information. The communique from Reed had arrived only moments earlier; Halifax was able to pull it up on his implant mid-conversation and watch without ever allowing his eyes to unfocus or his speech to waver. The message was succinct: attack commenced, external defenses breached, infiltration in progress. The voice had a tinge of synthesis to it, which, as Halifax was aware, usually meant VideoSub (a tech for recording video using an identical virtual likeness). Especially disturbing because Halifax had never known Reed to use VS; both were old-timers, content with the first gen implants, first gen tech, and first gen coffee.

Disturbing.