Glitch stared down at the sheets of paper in his hands that he had just ripped from a printer in front of him just them spat out. After flipping through the pages, skimming over them and finally coming to his conclusion, he stopped. Dropping them on to the table in front of him, he got up and leaned against the laboratory wall, an expression of triumph on his features. He had succeeded. He didn't fail the Queen, he could prove that he was just more than a headcase and that his experiments worked. As thoughts ran freely around his half a brain, he felt like his had forgotten something. Something important that he couldn't quite place his finger on. He frowned, trying to dredge up the memory. He snapped suddenly, smiling, proud of himself for remembering. Then, it quickly disappeared. I forgot to tell Wyatt.
Cain drummed his fingers against the cool marble of the table he was sitting at. Glitch had asked him to come here and wait for him to arrive so they could talk. Needless to say, he was a bit uneasy. Normally, if Glitch wanted to talk to him, he'd run right out when he was training the new military recruits and start jabbering on about whatever it was. This time, however, he had someone send a note to their room so he'd get it when he got up. The message was incredibly impersonal, which was shocking for Glitch. What worried Cain the most was that until this time, Glitch had made an effort to avoid him. He continued to drill his fingers in to the marble. Whatever this was about it had to be important.