The simulation ended to scattered applause as the participants stepped out of the pods. Till beamed brightly, scratching Apollo behind the ears.
But Love ignored the despondent expressions of the losing team, Ivan and Cordelia silently exchanging their winning credits between their links, and Kit's words as he directed them each to take a break whilst he made a decision on who would pass through.
Because Love was listening to the full story of Ezra's meeting with Amara Hunter and tapping her finger rapidly against her elbow as he spoke.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Faith was standing beside Head General Del, insisting that Annalise had complained of pain in her leg and asked to take a short reprieve; that Faith was simply filling in for a little while.
Del's eyes narrowed suspiciously at her silent comms that Love had switched off. The commlink that was currently in her own pocket and no longer attached to Anna's body, now in a place that only Faith knew.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
