I stand in the center of the artificial canyon, the shattered armor at my feet, turning the localized Echo fragment over in my hand.
I need the intel locked inside this piece of crystalline memory. But doing it here means exposing my hand.
Everyone is watching.
Up until now, only Lola has caught glimpses of what I can really do, and she is a non-issue. The others are a liability.
I look at the cadet with the bandaged jaw. Then at Oliver's remaining man. I don't say a word. I just let my hand rest on the hilt of Eventide and hold their gaze until they both find somewhere else to look.
Good. Some lessons don't need a voice.
I grip the fragment tighter.
[Activate RESCUE? Y/N]
Yes.
The world snaps backward.
My vision violently inverts, tearing me out of my body and plunging me into a corrupted rewind.
