"There's worse things to have than a slightly intimidating cheer squad," he chuckles, flipping on the lights and gesturing Taylor inside with him. He goes right for the kitchen, the well-loved drip coffee maker that he sets to filling and running with the ease of handling equipment he's run dozens of times already.

So this is York before York, huh. Command and a tight squad and, if not happiness, at lease as close as they get in their line of work. It's hard to imagine why he'd give all of that up for Freelancer - even knowing how rosy-tinted their view of the project had been when they'd joined up.