The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -westane- Direct

Westane knelt. Routine . Bag. Neutralizer. Burn.

Westane grabbed his kit. Sealed bag, chemical neutralizer, portable incinerator. Routine meant someone had died where they shouldn’t have. Not in a medbay. Not in a cryo-pod. Somewhere messy. Somewhere private . The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

”In the event of biological integration, no separation between employee and employer shall be recognized.” Westane knelt

He stood up. Bag still closed. Incinerator cold. The Company -v5.12.0 Public- -Westane-

For the first time in twelve years, Westane didn’t follow the protocol. He turned left instead of right. Toward Sector 0. Toward the Private core.

The corridor to Sector 12 was dim. Emergency lights only. The Company v5.12.0 Public promised “illuminated thoroughfares for worker safety.” But this wasn’t public. This was the underbelly. The guts.