Julia listened in disbelief, as inconsistencies emerged during the last part of the debriefing; it was clear that the trio were more than eager to leave everything related to the mission behind.
“Detectable by radio lengths? That contradicts the data logs from the ships and Cruz’s claims. Visible light and voices. These last ones could not be tracked accurately, only through your minds, is that correct? Additionally, the message sent by Marcelo Riquelme suggested that it was an instrument of Nomad origin; but he did not verify properly that assumption, even if he got it from Knossos…”
The more questions clustered in Julia’s thoughts, the more she felt in vain to elaborate them further. So, she decided to end it quickly.
“Enough of this, it is over. You can leave now.”
Unsatisfied by the lack of answers, Julia stopped looking at the Outcasts and turned her face towards the window. Cruz replied obediently:
“Si, señorita López. We should go now, amigos.”
As the members left the scene, Julia gazed upon the nebula and its complex forms. Even if the search involving the missing Maltese squads was over, the mission felt like a failure for her. The source of disturbance was lost in plasma, and the mystery regarding its origins and technology remained hidden. She reflexed and sighed, certain of what comes next.
The Asesinos suffered a fatal touch and Cruz, Harabero and Rosario glimpsed a disturbing experience that could have been worse; all to be archived as another footnote, a job done around a vast number of another ones. The horrors manifested by the device were ceased and the only one benefited was the one who kept it safe the longer he could; now turned into ashes, alongside his lifeless companions.
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