Sean walked up to Watson and spoke in a low voice, "Very severe burns, all over his body. I'm afraid even I can hardly do more than Mr. Brusque did."
From the bed in the corner, Lice's low moaning sounded again: "God… please forgive… me…"
Watson frowned and nodded, "That really is most unfortunate."
Brusque, beside him, said bluntly, "Then, may I let my patient rest now?"
Colonel Watson waited until Frank, who had escorted them out, had returned to the clinic, then turned his head toward Hope and said: "Looks like I was overthinking. Now, we need to find another way to ensure Engine180 is completed on schedule."
"Actually, you could be more optimistic," Hope replied. "All the blueprints and documents are intact, and Mr. Watt has already taken over the development work. You know, he's a master who's won the Supreme Louis Award."
Watson, though he scoffed at this French award, admitted that being recognized by a rival nation spoke volumes for Watt's capabilities.
