“Bait,” Dayton said. Despite their camouflage, my HUD filled in their outlines. Dayton had grabbed Sean’s shoulder.
“Remember this is the Nine. He might not want to, but he’ll turn on us the second they tell him to.”
Sean looked down, the head of his outline staring ahead—into metal shelving, but then over at Dayton, “We’re not going to be able to save him, are we?”
Dayton took a breath, “I don’t know how this will play out. It’s going to be hard, but maybe. You’ve taken him in training, and there’s lots of metal.”
“Yeah… But we don’t know what he is now.” Continue reading Stage Three: Part 8