Adonis had never heard the name Kamacite before, not until Jet mentioned it. While Adonis had been around for a good while, he never encountered a Kamacite at any point in his tenure, that he could recall. But even if he hadn't met the dude before, Adonis figured he could get a little research in, and make himself look like a good and proper subordinate by being able to recite all the things he'd accomplished in his… Incredibly long and monotonous career. That usually impressed people.

Adonis knew that, as a Super, he could lay claim to one of the smaller, shittier offices available. He never had, because he never developed a taste for the desk life, but he considered his standing as his implied invitation to break into any vacant office and have himself a seat. It only took poking his head into a few of the unlocked doors to find one that was recently vacated; it seemed that Captains and Supers were constantly moving up in the world of the Negaverse, turning these dingy little places into revolving doors of people, stuff, and personalities. This one, he found, was wiped clean by the previous occupant, who was a**l enough to park everything into a proper, picturesque spot before departing.

That suited Adonis just fine. He rounded the desk, rolled the chair out with his foot, and seated himself with a satisfied sigh. Then he kicked his feet up on the desk, because he anticipated this little hunt taking a hot minute.

Whatever good or bad came from the changes the Negaverse had gone through, Adonis had to admit that he liked accessing the Database from a personal device. It granted a helluva lot more privacy than heading into the Database Room and using one of the computers there, where any standabouts could look over and read his screen. He was sure they were still tracking his every move, but at least he didn't have Captain Snotnose there to tell him that he was an idiot for looking up his own personnel file. Like he was supposed to remember everything he'd ever done in the past, what, almost ten years?

Sheesh, that long. Adonis winced at himself. He hoped he had some kind of draining operation in there, somewhere.

Opening the tablet, Adonis typed his own name into the search bar. He expected to wait, but it returned a near instant notification that he did not have clearance to access that file. This quirked his brows with cool surprise, and he had to laugh at the incredulity of it – not enough clearance to look at his own file. What, he didn't get to know about himself?

It was fine, though. It was cool. He got it, really. People with more medals than him probably posted comments about him, and those got posted to his personnel file, and he'd be reading those if he had access to it. And that was probably like listening to other people's gossip about him at work. or reading those silly texts that high schoolers sent to each other under the desk while the teacher was talking.

So he couldn't read his own file, but maybe there was some declassified information in his boss's? He was gonna be the dude's subordinate; maybe they'd make an exception there.

Adonis typed in Kamacite's name, touched search, annnnddddd… Once again, he didn't have clearance to access that file. "Hell," he replied with a chuckle. Looked like he'd have to rely on his own memory for himself, and on Jet's info for Kamacite. "Touché."

Knowing that his wise idea was a bust, Adonis collapsed his tablet back into a pen and banished it to subspace.

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