Thirty Two
Chaos Compounded
Kalum sat still on the sofa. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? The room was virtually silent. Only the quiet hum emanating from the biomech Mister Hax marred the quiet.
“You’re not just going to let him go, are you?” Trinn stood in the bedroom doorway.
“It’s his choice.”
“Kalum, we need him.”
Kalum shook his head. “He’s done everything he was supposed to. There’s nothing more—”
“Kalum.” She looked at him, a sad expression on her face. “He needs us.”
He shut his eyes. She was right, of course. She was always right. Hack was every bit as much a part of their group as anyone. He’d arguably done more than his fair share of the work. Kalum knew he hadn’t meant for things to go so badly. It was a mistake.
He stood with an effort; his muscles ached. H
