"Why?” It was blunt, but it was
the answer I wanted most.
"One way or another, there's going to be a new world order,” the Warlock replied, “and I would rather rule in Hell than serve in Heaven."
That, at least, was the truth. “You used to be one of the good guys,” I said, remorsefully remembering what Elena told me about how he used to work side-by-side with the Syndicate. "I still am,” Lucas countered. “While you were bumbling about on your pointless investigation, I was saving lives!"
I pushed the barrel harder into his flesh. “Like the Seekers you and Chithula killed to make the clones? How did you save their lives, Lucas?"
"They're still alive,” Lucas croaked.
His answer stunned me for a moment.Was there still a possibility the other Seekers were alive? Was he lying, or merely trying to save his own ass?
"We needed to keep them alive,” Lucas explained. “In case a clone was lost, we could make another using the original. I kept them alive."
Made sense.“Where are they?"
Lucas’ eyes nervously darted away from me. He was searching for something, but I wasn't sure for what.Could he have been motioning toward the captive Seekers, or checking if reinforcements were on the way?
Couldn't take the chance. Had to know for sure. I jammed my Beretta hard enough into his chin it almost broke skin. “I said, where are they? Answer me, Lucas!" "They will kill me,” Lucas said through gritted teeth. “Do you understand that? If I help you, Chithula will kill me!"
"I don't think you understand,” I explained with a devilish grin. “I will kill you right now unless you help me immediately. Does that make more sense?” I might just kill him anyway. He was starting to piss me off.
And apparently I was getting on his nerves as well. “That's it. I'm done,” Lucas breathed. I cocked my eyebrow in surprise. “Beg pardon?" "I've played long enough. I'm bored of this game,” he said with a sigh. I felt a blast of energy kick into my chest and knock me back. I hit the concrete wall with a thump and crumbled. Spilling to the floor, I rolled onto my back, took aim, and pulled the trigger. Click.
I snapped the safety on, then off, and pulled the trigger. The Beretta clicked in my hand as if it were empty. Thumbing the release, I pulled the clip free and stared at the full load inside. Jamming the clip
"One way or another, there's going to be a new world order,” the Warlock replied, “and I would rather rule in Hell than serve in Heaven."
That, at least, was the truth. “You used to be one of the good guys,” I said, remorsefully remembering what Elena told me about how he used to work side-by-side with the Syndicate. "I still am,” Lucas countered. “While you were bumbling about on your pointless investigation, I was saving lives!"
I pushed the barrel harder into his flesh. “Like the Seekers you and Chithula killed to make the clones? How did you save their lives, Lucas?"
"They're still alive,” Lucas croaked.
His answer stunned me for a moment.Was there still a possibility the other Seekers were alive? Was he lying, or merely trying to save his own ass?
"We needed to keep them alive,” Lucas explained. “In case a clone was lost, we could make another using the original. I kept them alive."
Made sense.“Where are they?"
Lucas’ eyes nervously darted away from me. He was searching for something, but I wasn't sure for what.Could he have been motioning toward the captive Seekers, or checking if reinforcements were on the way?
Couldn't take the chance. Had to know for sure. I jammed my Beretta hard enough into his chin it almost broke skin. “I said, where are they? Answer me, Lucas!" "They will kill me,” Lucas said through gritted teeth. “Do you understand that? If I help you, Chithula will kill me!"
"I don't think you understand,” I explained with a devilish grin. “I will kill you right now unless you help me immediately. Does that make more sense?” I might just kill him anyway. He was starting to piss me off.
And apparently I was getting on his nerves as well. “That's it. I'm done,” Lucas breathed. I cocked my eyebrow in surprise. “Beg pardon?" "I've played long enough. I'm bored of this game,” he said with a sigh. I felt a blast of energy kick into my chest and knock me back. I hit the concrete wall with a thump and crumbled. Spilling to the floor, I rolled onto my back, took aim, and pulled the trigger. Click.
I snapped the safety on, then off, and pulled the trigger. The Beretta clicked in my hand as if it were empty. Thumbing the release, I pulled the clip free and stared at the full load inside. Jamming the clip