The channel had been quiet for six minutes when Voss opened it himself.
Lucas noted that. Six minutes of him sitting with something and deciding he couldn't sit with it anymore.
"Grey."
"I'm here."
"The wounded man. Teo Maren." A pause. "Your healer says he needs a hospital within a few hours."
"She told me the same thing," Lucas said.
"I want that on record. That I flagged it."
"It's on record," Lucas said. "What do you want to do about it."
"Nothing yet." Another pause. "Eclipse needs to understand that this timeline isn't open ended. Six hours was the window. Four are gone."
"I understand."
"Then I need to see movement." The flatness in Voss's voice was working harder now, something underneath it pushing against it. "Because right now what I'm seeing is a negotiator running out the clock. I didn't come here to be managed."
"You came here to get what you asked for," Lucas said.
"Yes."
