Silvia's face went dark at the string of notifications, and she asked with an ominous tone, "What's the meaning of this, Robert?"
Robert merely smiled, the kind that made the air feel sticky. "Just like it says. We left your group since your usefulness has reached its end. And we've already got ninety-seven percent of the map. I'd bet the remaining three percent is the boss's room."
Lucia's mouth skewed to the side. "Huh?"
"What do you mean by that?" Pamela asked. Her soft voice had an edge this time.
"It means exactly what it means," Jack said with a grin that begged to be slapped.
Before the others could press further, footsteps echoed from the tunnel. Another party spilled into the secret chamber, weapons shouldered, eyes bright. Their armor gleamed with fresh buffs. Their smugness arrived before they did.
As the women watched Robert greet the newcomers with casual nods and shoulder-clasps like old friends, something clicked in their minds.
They had been tricked.
