Finally, something for him to do!

Rhys could barely keep himself from grinning as he rolled away from the group and back to his laptop. He opened another browser window and leaned back. "NVGs are going to be tough," He said and let out a frustrated sigh, even though on the inside he was secretly pleased to have a challenging task. "I mean, it all depends on how good you want them. The military stuff? Nah, we're only going to get those from the black market or deep web. They're illegal for reselling, last I checked. We could get some surplus stock, though. The old ones, and I do mean old. I'm talking about First Gulf War or even Vietnam War."

If he had to be honest, he wasn't too sure about brands when it came to such a specific item, but he felt pretty sure that you could hardly call up the manufacturer to place an order. "In any case, mind telling me why we're going to need NVGs?" He asked and cocked a brow. "I thought we'd want thermal imagers to capture heat signatures."

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Fletcher didn't know whether if it was because he hadn't had a proper conversation with a lady for a little over two years, or if the lady's smile was really just that alluring, but Fletcher could feel the blood rush to his cheeks when he saw her smiling at him. He was inclined to believe that it was the latter case - it happened often enough with social recluses who became even worse recluses after enlisting - but he wasn't about to say that out loud. "Have we?" He asked in response to her suggestion that they had crossed paths before. "I think I would have remembered, ma'am."

His mind only registered the last sentence after it had left his lips, and it only served to make Fletcher feel even more flustered. His section would have described it as being smooth, but to Fletcher, it was another failure of the filter between his brain and mouth. The next words out of the lady's mouth didn't help in the least, and Fletcher looked down, hoping to hide the blush which he knew was quickly filling his cheeks. "Ah, I-" He began, then cleared his throat and looked at her. "I don't think I have your name yet, ma'am."