Your research jeopardizes civilization. If what you are working on ever breached the hull ...” he paused, knowing specifics would not have to be spelled out. Triton knew clear well what would happen. “I cannot allow you to continue. You should soon be receiving the orders to terminate your work.” “I chose you. A Pathfinder for the Army. I hoped that meant you could see beyond what others could not and be the first to support this world altering cure. But ... well, I am disappointed in you, Pathfinder.
