Meryl looked away from the monitor, a troubled expression on her face.
“It’s going too far,” she said, “this isn’t supposed to happen yet.”
Her Controller’s face, as usual, gave no hint to his thoughts
“What do you propose?” he asked. His voice was cold and dispassionate. He was every ounce the Arbiter, Meryl thought, and surely made his superiors proud. Meryl hated him with every shred of her being.
“What I propose,” she said, carefully staying calm, lest she be reported, “Is to call some Handlers in to clean this mess up.”
“Denied,” he said, not even bothering to look in her direction.
Meryl longed to rip his throat out. How could he be so cold?
“If not that, then what?” Meryl asked, barely able to constrain the contempt in her voice.”
“Activate the subject.”