<strong>Francie's Place<br/>The Pits</strong><br/><br/>“My phone…” Tamis stared at Kirk with a look that bordered on horror. She wouldn’t waste time explaining that it would have been perfectly alright, unless she actually answered the phone. Which she couldn’t, anymore. Which presented her with the problem of having to get back to Rob’s to call in, and lie about her phone having been dropped in a swamp, and could she please get a record of all those missed calls from all those people who’d be wondering where the hell she is by now, and why she wasn’t answering so they didn’t come looking for her. There was no such thing as real R&R for Lab employees at her level.<br/><br/>Still, she couldn’t help being impressed with the level of organisation they had these days, a far cry from the rabble they’d been a mere dozen years ago. She followed them to the car, pausing by the vehicle as the rest piled in and waited for Nine.  “Listen. I gotta get to Greentown. I’ll come back, as soon as I can.” Tam pressed the holoprojector into Kirk’s hand. “Show this to whoever needs to see it. I’ll speak to a few people, try to gather some information on what Steinman’s up to.”<br/><br/>The projector was from her private sector of the lab. It was a kind of insurance offered, in case any of them were worried about her turning them in. With a nod to the rest, a more than slightly embarrassed half-smile to Jasper, she turned back toward Francie’s.<br/><br/>All she had to worry about now, she told herself, was how to get through that swamp, and to Rob’s place.<br/>