The smell of burnt skin hung in the air.
There were not enough words appropriate or relevant enough to describe what Finch was feeling. Everything didn’t go according to her plan. Always thinking she was five steps away from everyone else, she assumed that an escape attempt was sure to fail. She had done everything. Contigency plans inside contingency plans, emergency measures over emergency measures, and yet aspect so unforeseeable was enough to shatter all her planning.
It was… shameful, to say the least.
But not only that, her student laid dead before her.
It was her burnt skin that hung in the air. It was her corpse’s stench that permeated the control room. Three holes bored by plasma laid in her back, frying her lungs, h
