"We're moving forward," I announced.
Raphael's grin split his face. "Hell yeah. Boss chamber, here we—"
"Into their wing."
His grin faltered. Died. Resurrected as confusion. "What?"
"We're saving them."
The silence that followed was deafening. Even the screaming from the other side seemed to pause, as if the universe itself was waiting for an explanation.
I gave them one.
"Not because they deserve it," I said, hefting my bat onto my shoulder. "They don't. Julian's a coward. Petrova's a fascist. The whole lot of them would leave us to rot if our positions were reversed."
I turned to face the resin wall, studying the chaos of light and shadow on the other side.
