He was determined about the chance to prove himself, but also bitter about the way he’d groveled and the fact still remained – he didn’t have a clue in hell about what he was doing. He’d gotten a message from Sam the other night, after the ordeal but after staring at it for a few moments, he’d simply tucked it away in his pocket, deciding he’d deal with that problem when he wasn’t still creating static by merely shuffling his feet.
Besides, Caelius had made no mention of him having to deal with Sam further, so any reply to her baiting could definitely wait until he had a better idea of what to do. The problem was that he knew bits and pieces of things, but not nearly enough to connect any dots or to save his hide. He needed to collect what he knew, but his trust for anyone on the island was deteriorating rapidly, and being under the scrutiny of higher ups suggested that his already almost non-existent privacy was now nil.
He had heard that Lucky was rather gifted in a technological sense, and though after being drowned in sand by not-Lucky he wasn’t exactly excited to see the other Life hunter, he needed help and the man had always been seemingly pleasant before. As long as they stayed away from beaches and deserts and bugs, Shiloh was sure things would be fine.
Text to: Lucky
Hey Lucky! Are you any good at puzzles? I could use some help... Could you meet me at the labs?
The labs would be too conspicuous for any real talk, but so, Shiloh assumed, was texting. He'd have to figure it all out when Lucky showed up.
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