"Pleased to meet you." The man's voice was a light tenor, with a hint of an odd accent. His hand gripped Trey's with as much restrained strength as Dan's. "You might as well call me Chief. Everyone else does. To answer your question about my legs, since everyone is too polite to ask, no I didn't lose them fighting the government, but losing them and...other things is what led me here." He looked at Red. "Someone has activated a search through the dogbots, so could you work your magic and see if you can trace it?" She sat at one of the other stations and began tapping and whispering away. "Please, come sit down." The Chief wheeled himself over the table. Trey flung himself into a chair with a sigh. Red winked at him then went back to work.
"So, what do you think of us so far?"
"I hardly
