The cold air completely cleared my senses. Meerlyn and I are standing outside of the center building where the fake Mordred lives. Meer placed her hand on my shoulder pushing me down until we were both hiding in the bushes just like the last time we were here.
The building is heavily guarded this time. There are teams of six walking around with firearms. Our helmets instantly materialized around our heads adjusting to the new circumstances. A sword materialized in my right hand and shield on the left. I looked over at Meer to see her smile as her staff materialized on the ground next to her.
"I kind of want to take a picture of us because we look really cool, but even with my empathy levels this low. It's not right," she whispered. "What would be my hashtag?"
"Hashtag
