Voyage I: Lentini

[Reeves]

The latest entry into the room came as a mild surprise, but he didn't do much besides turn his head to verify who it was. The manager kept a regularly updated roster of personnel, so all Gabriel had to do was cross-reference people he saw with their relevant group profiles. A process of verification that was simple enough so far as identifying colleagues was concerned. Claire's protest against eating was understandable but not ideal. If she wasn't strong enough to keep pace when being relocated in a high stress situation, then she was putting everyone else's lives at stake. The more she trusted him, the better. So he'd make yet another conscious choice to ensure operational efficiency. Pressing a finger against his left thigh, which seemed to cause a hidden compartment up pop open, it had four slots for magazines, but one of them had a fruit bar in it instead. The sound of him pulling the plastic wrapped snack free was clearly audible, and the rich smell of raspberry and blueberry even more so when he offered it to Claire.

— If you fail to take care of yourself, you'll just end up with more reasons to feel stressed.

He was quite persuasive for someone that typically dealt with people from a distance and with a high powered rifle. But then again his profession required a certain kind of focus and attention, you couldn't just be rash and aggressive. At least not unless you actually intended to die early. He also felt his boss understood what he was trying to do by now.