She shook her head with a glum expression on her face.
Seeing that, I answered her question from before, “I brought you here because I wanted you to know that our group isn’t just a few kids in costumes running around. We’re an organization.”
Oh damn.
Yeah, if she wasn’t already intimidated…
“I don’t want to know this!” she said, clutching her pants leg in her hands.
Ahh, she’s gotten terrified of knowing even more too much than she already does.
“You need to,” I started. I was about to go on to say something more, but I was distracted as another group of soldiers entered the room. They carried a white cooler between them, and set it at Bryce’s bedside.
Another group? Subservient to Dr. Cleese, maybe?
I lost my train of thought as I watched to see if Bryce was okay.
The cooler was opened, and bags of blood were hung on the wall beside Bryce.
Oh, going for a blood transfusion?
Once that was done, the soldiers wordlessly carried the cooler out the door.
See ya, maybe.
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