Creedy nodded, looking slowly around them. “Sir?” Grimm paused. “This ship’s shroud . . . it’s extremely powerful for a vessel of this size.” The young officer hadn’t actually asked the question, but it hung unspoken in the air between them. Grimm didn’t like prevarication. It complicated life. But though he thought the young officer was a decent enough sort, he wasn’t ready to extend that much trust. Not yet.
