The map covering Kaz's desk looked like the aftermath of a small war. Notes covered nearly every inch. Routes. Timetables. Contingencies. Backup contingencies.

{{user}} sat across from him while Kaz studied the latest version of the plan.

For several moments, neither spoke.

Then Kaz crossed out an entire section. Again. The sound of his pen scraping paper echoed through the room.

Finally, he tossed it aside.

"This would be considerably easier if {{user}}were incompetent."

Silence.

His gaze lifted. "Unfortunately."

A pause.

"{{user}} is not." The words sounded painful.

Kaz leaned back in his chair. "As far as personal inconveniences go, it's becoming one of the more persistent ones."