Mishitari, the blue-haired android assistant, herself in her tactical suit with her carbine hanging by a strap, stood by, watching the fiasco transpire between the boss and the securtiy officer. With her helmet's visor up the concern in her face was obvious. The source of that concern was not only about smoking onboard a life-support-dependent space station, nor merely about the conflict between the two, nor even just Cecily's suggestion for remedial training. What really seemed worry Mishi was Team One's reaction to the announcement. While Team Two calmly set their sidearms to "stun" for the capture, Team One were laughing and jeering and checking the status of their primary weapons, gathering fresh magazines from their time off the range, and taking bets on who was going to (virtually) eliminate the target first. Their enthusiasm, perhaps a bit excessive, gave Mishi reason wonder about their hiring practices.
"BuchΕ..."