“Any time now,” he said.
It began as a pale square in mid-air, then unfolded rapidly, three-dimensional.
…
Cauldron?
When it opened up further, the interior of a building loomed in mid-air, the exterior absent.
Guys, I think we found a chunk error.
He floated forward and set foot on the white tile of the hallway. He felt the distortion as the space shifted, felt the rush of wind as air pressure adjusted. It took only a couple of seconds. When he glanced over his shoulder, the oil rig was gone. There was only more hallway behind him.
Well then. It seems we ha– oh fuck is Siberian Legend’s Nemesis
He walked onward, confident in his ability to navigate the maze of rooms and corridors.
Evidently he’s been here before and he’s not being guided even though Cauldron clearly expected him. But he doesn’t have the personality for a leader of the company – Cauldron’s amoral attitude towards putting villains into the world doesn’t mesh with Legend’s desire to make a positive impact on the world.
I wonder if he knew Siberian was a Cauldron client before he saw the tattoo.
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