"A little tired." The Coordinator admitted, swiveling in his chair to face Stan, resting one elbow on his desk. He had, after a moment's thought, elected [i]not[/i] to mention that he'd been working sixteen hours; Whether Stan was aware of his genetic status or not, that would be a bit difficult to explain. "It's the Astrays. They yanked me off the G-Project a few months back, God knows why."

"But that gives me more time to focus on these." He gestured with a thumb to the screen next to him, where innumerable lines of code filled the screen, the scroll bar at right indicating many more above and below. "Some sections of their code's still as inelegant as a monkey on a dance floor, and there are a few persistent glitches. And of course, they want it all done today. It'll be half a dozen damn revisions before it's ready, and there's only time for one."

Alexander allowed a half mile to cross his face. "On the bright side, with how rushed they're making this, your report'll probably be accurate after their first battle. They haven't got PS armor, so unless the code's right and their pilots are top notch, they're just going to get shot to pieces."