Morningside

Magtok nods, idly calling up the MagSat with the invisible watch on his wrist to make sure the area is as safe-looking from an orbital satellite thing as it looks from down here. While we're at it, it might be a good idea to keep it around here for a while, too. Missy's player might be one of those ironic torture types, the sort who would callously murder a child the moment you turn your back and think everything's safe, just to make you hate yourself for letting your guard down.

"He looks like he's having a lot of fun out there."