“So, you are the leader?” Emily asks, sarcastically, still a bit embarrassed over the previous night.
“I am not saying that. All I am saying is that we should discuss things together instead,” James was still busy stating his case when Dale interrupts him.
“Like you are running off to a residential area?” Dale reminds him.
“As I told Emily and Emce, I didn’t want to put any of you in danger and it turned out I was right in doing so. My handler was my AI and if she was not, I would have been dead by now,” James explained.
“What do you mean?” Emily asks, concerned.
“The pockets of acid air would have killed me if my handler didn’t find a way to escape Uzar and let me know that I need to drink,..” James says hesitantly to say any more about the blue blood in front of the gamers he does
