Blair's second condition came fast.
"My team maintains internal communication on our own channel. Misato's tactical commands come through a shared frequency, but I will not have Monroe listening to private squad discussions."
"Done," Misato said.
"And if this goes sideways." Blair's voice flattened into something colder than her usual aristocratic performance. "If people get hurt because your team can't keep up with mine, I want that on the official record. Both captains sign the after-action report."
Misato considered this for roughly two seconds. "Agreed. Anything else?"
Blair looked like she wanted to add a fourth condition, probably something about me wearing a bag over my head or staying a minimum of fifty meters away from her at all times. But she sat down instead, her tactical suit creaking softly against the leather chair, and folded her hands on the table with the posture of someone who had just signed a treaty they fully intended to violate at the first opportunity.
