They briefed us yesterday. Me, Mr. Smith, and eight other suits are getting sent into The City. The Director said something about going on the offensive. With whatever the Whispers told me I was able to use my powers on purpose once or twice.
Mr. Smith doesn’t think I’m ready. I told him that when they put me up against The Reaper I managed pretty well, I should be able to survive in The City with nine other guys.
They all claim to have no idea what I’m talking about. This is really getting old. Even the Director claims to have no record of The Reaper or any sort of test involving him. These guys are such bullshit. Maybe if I’m lucky The City will “eat” them all and I’ll be able to get out of this.
Apparently The City serves as a meeting place for the rest of the Fears. The Director hopes we’ll be able to run into some of them. Fight them. Win. The suits are supposed to protect me. Mr. Smith is to report back on our progress.
I don’t know how he’s going to get communication out of The City. I didn’t think to ask.
These people are expecting me to save them.
I can’t let them down.
No comments:
Post a Comment