In the otherwise deserted locker room of deployment bay 1-UF, William had stripped out of his uniform and was changing into a full-function suit.
" Turn the vacuum notch on the back," he said, gathering his hair.
A hiss of air as the second and third layers flattened against the pseudo-gambison.
" What exactly is going on? You're going out?"
" It's something I want to see for myself, Nova. It's something I've got to have for myself. Sector 05 would rather have it gone, I'm certain they don't think I would go for it..."
He went off rambling without saying anything specific as he affixed his helmet.
Nova half listened. His mind had caught on the phrase 'career security' earlier.
He didn't like it.