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Meanwhile, elsewhere, Rhys’ brows drew tight as his eyes locked onto the robot’s screen.
On it, his chat history with Lyra had already been pushed upward by several messages he had sent.
But every one of them had gone with the wind. Not a single reply came.
“Who are you?
“Where is Lyra?
“Lyra?
“Give her Star Brain back, I’m warning you.
“What did you mean by that last message?
“Speak!
“Cat-got-your-tongue? Talk! Who the hell are you? What have you done to her p>
Rhys stared at those baffling words. His eyes turned bloodshot, killing intent rolling off him in waves.
He drew back his fist, ready to smash the robot-
At the very last instant, he twisted his arm and slammed his knuckles hard against the wall beside it.
A heavy, dull thud echoed through the cell block, drawing every inmate’s attention.
Marcel flinched. He snapped angrily, “Rook! What the hell is your problem now p>
He assumed it was that resident wall-demolition expert again.
Rook’s temper ignited instantly at the false accusation.
“Bullshit! I’m sitting right here! Don’t go making crap up p>
Curses flew through the air.
Marcel frowned in irritation.
“Then who was that? Who just lost it p>
Draven drawled, “Young master, maybe listen to where the sound came from first p>
Marcel shot back, “Draven, keep running your mouth and I swear p>
Draven cut him off, amusement thick in his tone. “You’ll do what p>
Marcel ground his teeth in frustration.
Just then, Arthur spoke up. “Sounds like it’s coming from our floor p>
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Kyren’s lazy, wicked voice drifted over. “Next door to me. Rhys p>
Cetric sounded confused. “Rhys? What’s going on with him p>
Marcel muttered under his breath, “…Another one’s snapped p>
Inside his cell, Rhys hung his head. His face was dark and menacing, like a storm ready to break.
Drip.
Drip.
Bright red blood trickled down his hand, splattering onto the floor in tiny blooming spots.
“Everyone,” he said slowly. “Anybody interested in breaking out p>
The single line hit like thunder. Complete silence fell over Building Three’s cell block.
Cedric’s eyes went wide, certain he had misheard.
Had Rhys really just said that?
Kyren huffed a dry laugh, the first to respond. “And how exactly do you plan on pulling that off p>
He sounded genuinely intrigued.
“Hell yeah, let’s go! Break out!
“I’ve been dying to get out of this dump!
“Once I’m free, first thing I’ll do is slaughter every last one of you pieces of garbage p>
Rook’s voice brimmed with wild excitement, ending in a crazed cackle.
No one took his raving seriously.
Still, Rhys’ words sent an involuntary jolt through every man listening.
Arthur asked, “Rhys, where is this coming from all of a sudden p>
Marcel scoffed, “He’s gone stir-crazy p>
The others did not think so. Rhys never spoke empty nonsense.
Lucian spoke out of curiosity. “Spill it. What have you found p>
Draven cautioned, “Mass breakout is no joke p>
Rhys answered in a grim, flat voice, “I’m not joking p>
His dark tone made everyone fall quiet once more.
Rhys’ chest heaved. His gaze stayed glued to the robot screen.
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A brand-new message had just popped up p>
will help you escape the Black Spire. You help us rescue one person.
“Agree, and Lyra stays unharmed for now p>
If he refused, they would hurt his Guide.
Those bastards!
He had been chatting with Lyra only moments ago. In the span of one short meal, she had ended up in their hands!
Those useless pieces of trash on Core Prime!
Rhys’ rage flared. He lashed out and smashed objects inside his cell.
The crashing sounds carried to every inmate, making clear how unhinged with fury he was.
But where exactly had this anger originated?
“Rhys… Are you kidding me? Why the hell are you only telling us this now!” Rook exploded once he heard the full story.
The rest of
e men glanced toward his cell.
Why was Rook so fired up? Could he actually care that much about Lyra?
Arthur kept his expression grave and pressed carefully. “Only threats, nothing else p>
Rhys bit out each word. “This message came through Lyra’s own Star Brain p>
Arthur reasoned calmly. “But she is on Core Prime, inside the White Citadel. Hadrien and others would be right beside her p>
Rhys roared in frustration, “Then explain how this message got sent p>
Panic clouded his judgment. His mind spun with horrible visions of Lyra captured and tortured by rebel forces.
He wanted nothing more than to crash straight through the iron door to get to her, even if it split his skull
open.
Felix’s cold voice drifted from the far end of the hall. “We break out.
“They want us to rescue someone. Fine, we’ll do it p>
A vicious smirk curled his lips. “If they lay a single hand on Lyra, I will carve every one of them into strips and send the pieces back to them p>
Harlan stood at his cell door and rumbled, “How do we get out p>
Draven tapped a finger against his chin. Hold on, everyone p>
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He dropped his gaze, digging through his memories. “Rhys, didn’t Lyra tell you this robot you got had Hitches before p>
Rhys froze inside his cell. “Yeah, what about it p>
Draven mused, “What if the trouble started with this machine p>
Rhys frowned. “What are you getting at p>
Cedric snapped his fingers in sudden realization. “I remember now. Draven’s unit and mine/ran a joint mission once. We raided a rebel outpost that specialized in data theft.
“After security services analyzed the seized hardware, they confirmed rebels have been secretly backing and siphoning Federation intelligence for years.
“Draven’s point-this robot might have had malware implanted from the start. Lyra’s Star Brain paired with it, so they could fire off those threatening messages remotely p>
Lucian looked shocked. “The rebels are capable of that p>
Draven gave a quiet chuckle. “Of course. Did you think the people on Core Prime would tell us everything p>
Lucian smiled faintly. “Fair point p>
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Lucia Morh
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