Stark Industries, Monday
Ender was back at work. With his laptop.
He was... a little distracted.
Without Ben here to keep peering over his shoulder, he finally gave in to what he'd wanted to do for a long while yet, opened up his mailbox, and searched it for any reports on the amount of casualties that were happening in the Chinese-Muslim war right now.
Ender was many things, but probably an artiste of self-flaggelation above all; he'd be up until late tonight.
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He was... a little distracted.
Without Ben here to keep peering over his shoulder, he finally gave in to what he'd wanted to do for a long while yet, opened up his mailbox, and searched it for any reports on the amount of casualties that were happening in the Chinese-Muslim war right now.
Ender was many things, but probably an artiste of self-flaggelation above all; he'd be up until late tonight.
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