The Wayfarer

[Caliban]

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"I have a plan B, don't fret. And I've already told you I'll share what I find out."

He replied, before turning to leave the Containment Room one more time. Ego wasn't sure if the meeting was a smart idea or a stupid way to die, but it was the only option nonetheless. A dangerous game where all cards mattered, and the penalty for loss was death or worse. He couldn't do much else, though. He had to finish this job as fast as possible and disappear once more. He was officially branded as Vincent Abrams now without most memories of his past self.

One hour later

Ego had seemingly returned. Helmet slightly charred from the burn marks and the right sleeve of his trenchcoat burnt off, revealing a grotesque looking cybernetic arm. While the technology was somewhat impressive, the long decayed synthetic skin gave it the look of a poorly maintained artificial limb. He left out a low chuckle as the contraption strapped to the same arm began to hiss audibly, spewing out orange fumes as liquids had begun to flow through transparent tubes going deeper under what was left of his outfit. A crude device for sure, but a necessary one.

"Unlikely friend that you've made a few years back. A she. A Corsair. She wants you alive, and definitely wants to dominate you or something. Knows you from the time you were a Lieutenant within the Armed Forces. Does that ring a bell, Victor?"

He spoke with a sarcastic tone, muffled by the slightly damaged helmet followed by a pained groan as he sat down on the floor in front of the Director's cell.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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