Chapter 105: Disarray
The Developer closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nasal cavity between two long, bony fingers, trying to drown out the bickering of his leadership team with more constructive, organized thoughts. It wasn't working.
"Enough," he finally wheezed, forcefully enough that the table quieted down around him. "Enough," he sighed, eyeballing them one by one.
The Doctor motioned towards the General. "Is it true, what he's saying? The search parties have no inkling where the girl might be?"
"Can't say I didn't warn you," the General sneered. "I said we shouldn't have trusted your little pet to deliver the most important -"
"It's true," the Developer cut in, ignoring him. "So far, the search teams have not been successful." He deliberately avoided making eye contact with the Draftsman.
"B-b-but is there even hope?" the Economist questioned. "Can she p-possibly still be alive, on her own, all these days after the blast?"