Amanda Greene ("with the weather," his brain filled in automatically) sat off to his right.
"Daniel!" Stone punched Ruppert's arm with his usual ludicrous enthusiasm. "What do you say? Catch those Snipes?"
Ruppert hadn't seen it--he'd been busy watching illegal data. He mentally kicked himself for not checking the score this morning.
"Yeah," Ruppert said. "Crazy, huh?"
"You said it. That triple in the top of the ninth? Who saw that coming, am I right?"
"Your department, Sully."
"I know. God forbid I do my own research. No offense there, Amanda."
Amanda looked up from the digital weather report scrolling across her desk long enough to give him a scowl. Her data came prepackaged from the Central Weather Authority.
"Video up," a tech's voice spoke from overhead. "Audio okay. Everybody ready?"
"Ready and willing," Stone said, with a wi