YELLOWJACKET - CH.19: GALAHAD

MAY

Things had gotten a bit quieter at the station now. We were back to the routine calls we were more familiar with, but instead of putting me at ease, it made me even more suspicious.

In the dead of the night, I poured over the reports about our latest calls, trying to find links or detect patterns, but it felt like a skill beyond my pay grade. I didn’t dare try and rope anyone at the station into researching with me - even Chief Cormorant had made a passing comment that since the chemical fire, I seemed ‘a little high strung.’

 

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