Being alone sucked.
Cam had not realized how much he'd come to enjoy the intimacy formed with Kayda and the others. Younger than him, but that didn't matter. They accepted him in their midst, made him part of their family.
A family that would be wiped out unless someone did something.
He was the outsider. The expendable one. It made him aggressive. He dropped into hunting mode. When he'd embarked on this mission, he'd not been able to use his more subtle skills. The air in the tank didn't let him filter and find what he was looking for. The helmet also messed with him.
He had no excuse for what had happened in the basement. He must have still been weak from his wounds at the time since he'd failed so horribly to notice anything.
But he was fully healed now. Rested. Energized, and some
