What the hell do you say to a robot holding the corpse of her friend?
Nothing, as far as I could tell. We’d lost two of our number. It had been a long time since I’d lost a teammate. Even though both of the dead were villains, I couldn’t help feeling that I’d failed them. I hadn’t even been there to see my nemesis die.
We’d fallen behind the rest of the group as we lingered to watch Midnight’s little death scene, but CYBR had increased her pace to catch them up. I jogged after her.
“CYBR? We’ll get River for this. I’ll kill him with my own swords.”
“No,” CYBR said calmly. “I will kill him.”
“I will be the one to defeat him,” Clockwork said from behind us.
“That man took my nemesis – ”
“He took my best friend. I will make him pay for that.”
“He is my responsibility. I must do this,” Clockwork said.
“Why?” I asked. “Is... is Dr River your nemesis?”
“No,” he growled. “He’s my best friend.” With that, he sped up, pulling ahead of us to catch up with the others.
The building, like a typical maze, was designed to be difficult to navigate while going forward, but quite simple to figure out when leaving. It didn’t take us too long to get to the entrance. I could practically feel the confusion of the people ahead of me.
“Where is he?” Somebody I didn’t know asked. “Is he just going to let us walk out of here?”
“If he shows up, he risks himself,” somebody else speculated as we walked past the last door and into the open air. “Maybe he’s just taking the loss and trying to preserve the research he already has.”
Crossing the threshold, a very bad feeling began to creep over me. My foreboding, hitting like crazy. I scanned the air for an attacker – it was empty.
“If you ask me,” the first person said, “we should counter the threat now by blowing this whole place sky high.”
I cupped my hands and shouted “All fliers in the air, right now! Non-fliers, grab a lift!” Fortunately people were nervous enough to unquestioningly follow orders, because it was only seconds later that the mountainside around us erupted in noise and clouds of dirt.
Being too busy shouting, I had not been able to hitch a lift into the air.
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