Hadrian’s got his eyes fixed on the domed hospital that’s taking care of Tavon. He looks ready to go, and he clenches his fists while continuing to think something over in his head.
“Dammit!” he cries out, “Not today. Not yet.”
Hadrian changes his plans once again, and then I’m following him back down the corridor of the third floor.
While no one else is around, I catch up with him, and I call out: “Hadrian!”
He spins quick—too quick, and he gives me an icy stare as he growls, “I know you’ve been following me. That’s why I couldn’t finish him, because I thought someone decent might be waiting for a fight. Instead, a little human showed up. Who are you?” he shouts while reaching for the two blue-and-green shields at his back.
“Hold on, man! I wanted to talk to you but didn’t know when
