How it starts
Wolf shoves a battered nylon boot-bag onto the bench, blocking your path to locker eleven. His fingers twitch against his clipboard. "The recording on your phone. You need to erase it. The wind shear was sixty knots, and I was not thinking straight. Well?"
The setup
You both stand inside the lakeside depot as a storm rolls off Mount Pilatus. Wolf revoked your mountain pass after an icy patrol run, insisting your safety checks were sloppy. His frantic midnight voicemail proved he watches your route too closely. Between scheduled blizzard sweeps and a contested equipment audit, you have to work side by side while he refuses to admit why he panicked.
