The spy was gone, dragged out of the gate by the Butcher's men and dumped into the gutter beyond the perimeter.
Zane sat on his throne, watching the refugees work.
They were building a second wall, using the scrap metal from the destroyed Breaker mech.
It was heavy, military-grade plating that would stop small arms fire and dampen the thermal scans of the Exterminators.
Wren sat next to him, cleaning her spear. She looked at the activity with a critical eye.
"You sent a message," Wren said. "But the Bishop isn't going to like it."
"I don't want him to like it," Zane replied, checking his UI. "I want him to be blind. That Watcher was spotting for artillery or a strike team. If we blind them, they have to come in close, and if they come in close, I can eat them."
"You're confident,"
