Fred
Darwin sat down at a table outside of the café, it was very cold, but the sun was out and felt good on his face and his long overcoat was keeping him warm, heavy as it was. He watched the steam drift away from his coffee for a moment, sighed and took out his phone. There were no new messages. No new messages meant no new developments and no progress. He needed the project to progress. He wished for the millionth time that Ariana was still working on the project, they owed most of their critical advances to her.
