"We have to condense. And I've said before where we condense needs to be wheelchair accessible and without anything to make a blind woman stumble while moving quickly. That means no hatchways." But then hatchways shouldn't be a problem above the waterline. And he didn't want to go below the waterline where a few well sealed doors and a hull breach would do them in.
Sean was on his fiftieth hour without sleep. He needed more coffee, or an energy drink. No, he needed a bourbon.
"Old school means more security people. Even with Res and Kean's great ideas. Night time to keep people alert, you need to rotate non-military out. That means a draft if need be. Those with family on board should be more willing to keep their own safe. Those without need to consider their own sorry asses."
Temper, tamp it down. Sean knew he had a mean one, and exhaustion made it harder to handle.
He needed to hit the gym and hit something. Punching bags before people, he hoped.