- Jack? - I wanted to ask, but he was lost to me. - Jack, where is the river? What happened to me?
It was way too open, way too easy. If he gave in to the raindrops, why did he fight just moments before? After all this time, I knew him. This was a trap. But who set it?
The trees waited around me, but as I looked around I saw the barely noticable twisting of the branches. Yes, my shields were dropped, but reinforcements must have come. Knowing the Handlers, it was time to bring in the big guns, maybe even the ropers while they were at it. Anything to reestablish control.
I sat up, only half expecting the electronic whine my parts gave out in these last years, but there was nothing. My hands, here they were real, non-metallic. I could feel the skin, streching across my body.
Something bu
