“Give me the key and I’ll consider letting you out of here alive,” said Trichloris, his smug smile accompanying every syllable.
“And what makes you think we have it?” Francesca returned as she shot him a look to match his smug own.
“You’re not thinking about playing games with me at this crucial moment of your lives, are you?” he asked and I saw a dark look pass in his eyes. But he quickly put it under control.
The Scythe, by now, had all created red lights on their palms and I knew that we were definitely going to have to fight our way through those guys, surrendering the key or not.
Speaking of which. “How in the world were you able to get the Scythe into the metapore after the lockdown?” I asked; I was surprised that it hadn’t even come up in the conversation earlier.
“Actually, I
