One good thing about having worked in Engineering was plenty of connections with the older clones, the ones who remembered the early days of the Flannigan Administration. Although some of them had been born from artificial uterine environments and raised in the creches, a fair number of them had been raised in regular families and as a result would have a wide variety of experiences of those days.
However, now that he was no longer working in Engineering, he had a lot less contact with those guys. That made it a lot harder to make contact with them. He couldn’t very well walk up to them and ask them what they remembered about the early Flannigan Administration and the beginning of the Sharp Wars, and there just weren’t the opportunities to have a conversation start up naturally that could be steered in the appropriate direction.
Still, difficult was not the same as impossible. He did still have enough in common with those guys that he could find ways to get together with them and strike up a conversation. It just took a lot more work.
Which was why he really didn’t want to have to see Cindy Margrave right now. He really didn’t want to admit that he’d made little or no progress on finding out what she wanted to know.
Which made him very relieved when he arrived at the station offices and found no one at the receptionist’s desk. Sometimes Cindy did stay a little late, especially if she needed to wind something up.
But he had to come early if he wanted to talk with Autumn Belfontaine about the possibility of doing work with the news department and still be a DJ. Once his air shift started, he didn’t want to get involved in a conversation that could take him away from the DJ booth too long.
Except when he got to the newsroom, Autumn was nowhere in sight. One of the younger reporters looked up from a computer and said she’d been called down to IT for something.
Nothing to do but thank the kid for the information and find something to busy himself until time for his air shift. He certainly had some studying to do.