With the end of a pencil against her temple, Kerrigan read the report. And made some notes. And looked frowny. Then made some more notes, flipped to the next page, underlined the 'genetic customization' part with a deeper, more serious frown, repeated the process, and finally slapped the report face-down on her desk.

She studied Bridge for a moment. "No further assignment," she said, then leaned back. "If your friend's report corroborates this, maybe extra credit. Maybe not."