[Using my Informant Talent here]
Something didn't sit right with Tyber. The treatment of Bex Company, the way they didn't get proper equipment. Something just wasn't adding up.
Over his career, Tyber had made several connections. In many different fields.
So, he waited outside a side building. Helmet against the wall as he looked up. Musing, thinking.
Just what were the Brass trying to bury with Bex?