Checking the system board from a comm booth, he found two messages from Cole Jackson, asking him to check in; one message from Julie, saying exactly what Georgia had just told him; and the job assignments for survey section for the next few days. Sure enough, he was back on the roster—for northeast recon, starting the day after tomorrow. That wasn’t exactly going to give him much time to heal. But he was out of the mines. And, though it didn’t say so, he had presumably been exonerated by the inquiry.
Studying the assignment more closely, he noted that it covered a fair amount of territory that he had already mapped. You don’t suppose, he thought, that all that recon data was kept unanalyzed, and unbacked-up, and evaporated when . . .
He didn’t bother to complete the thought. He just shook his head, and felt the quarx flinch. /Guilty, guilty, guilty,/ he whispered.