Chapter 42
David Mentmore had rather liked the image that had stared back at him in the V-Mirror. Even without weapons, in full Sparmy combat gear he appeared threatening and invincible. When he moved the large boots gave him a heavy certainty, as if each step claimed ownership of the ground he was walking on.
So when he stepped out of the lift on floor 49, it was with a somewhat jaunty swagger. Whoever the wounded man was, it would be no problem to get him back down to level 357 and then to the Major. Seeing no one immediately, David set off confidently round the Core.
From behind, the man had looked ridiculous with his lopsided stance, hanging onto a large shield and a stupid looking sword. What on earth did he expect to do with them? Fight? Against a fully kitted soldier like himself
