Tito watched Enrique go talk to Molly before leaving. He crossed his arms, walking back to his office in Engineering. he found himself alone in the hallways, alone to think. This whole thing had corporate bureaucracy written all over it with an over-primed welding torch , and he didn't like it one goddamn bit. Nervously, he chewed on his cigar, before taking it out his mouth. He walked in silence, until he finally reached his office, nodding to Garcia, who was preparing some things. 

"Listen, Garcia. I know I assigned you to generator duty with James and Michaels today, but there's something you gotta do for me." He said, flicking off the end of his cigar again. It was starting to run out, and with no more resupplies coming in, this was going to be one of his last cigars before he'd have to switch to cigarettes, and the thought only stressed him out some more. 

"What do you need, sir?" Garcia asked, and Tito glanced nervously at the security camera in the corner. He needed to talk to Garcia in a way that Enrique would probably understand if he went through the footage, but nobody else would. Just to be safe, of course. He decided to speak to Garcia in Spanish, since they both came from places where it was spoken.

"Te necesito para tomar la unidad de grabación de la cámara en el comedor y traerlo de vuelta a mí. La compañía podría haber tomado las grabaciones digitales, pero es probable que el material todavía está allí." Tito said, and put his cigar out on an ashtray. 

"Pero seño-"

"[i]Ahora[/i], Garcia. Algo sospechoso está ocurriendo, y estoy decidido a llegar al fondo de esto. Si alguien trata de detenerte, diles que lo autorice." Tito added, gesturing towards himself.

"Si, señor." Garcia finally said. He sounded reluctant, but he also sounded like he understood the reasoning. Tito entered his office, and sat down in his chair, taking his communicator. 

"Gerardo, Henderson, come in. What's it like in Hydroponics? Have you found the source of the power surge?" He said, relaxing in his chair as he took his box of cigars out of one of his desk cabinets, and checked how many he had left. 

Just two. 

[i]Shit[/i]