Commander Voss looked like a man who hadn't slept in days.
He sat facing Seraph in the small room of the Undercroft bunker, holding a cup of coffee. His eyes kept looking to the door like he expected Sterling's cyborgs to break in any moment.
"You are putting yourself at risk by being here," Seraph said.
"Risk?" Voss laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Captain, there is almost no chance I'll survive this. Sterling's security has become totally out of control since those soldiers left the base. They are doing random questioning and loyalty checks. They are using some kind of psychic scanner on all human personnel now."
Draven leaned against the wall. "How'd you pass?"
"I didn't. I avoided it." Voss finally took a sip of the coffee. "I got help from my contacts. I made up an excuse about a busy schedule. But I can't dodge it forever. Eventually, they'll catch me. And when they do..." He didn't finish the sentence.
