Chapter 20: The Head Master
Going with the two SPECTR agents and ignoring Doom had created a heavy silence between him and his system.
There was really only one reason Mikel hesitated to fully accept this new, supernatural reality: when he had chosen to get the eye without a second thought, what had that decision gotten him?
So now, he thought he should think things through. Doom's requests — or what it called [Objectives] — seemed like harmless progression. But what if it started asking for something more complicated? Something that required a moral sacrifice?
Making the mistake of accepting this eye was one thing. But to keep making mistakes? He might as well have donated his brain.
Tonight, though, a decision had to be made: get haunted and die, or co-exist with Doom and face a slim chance of survival. Of course, he wasn't going to do the latter just because Doom fed him selective information.
Mikel sat in the backseat of a sedan, flicking his gaze between the two people in the front. Danika was behind the wheel, and Amon rode shotgun. Neither had said a word since they left, five minutes ago.
They clearly knew things. Listening to what they had to say was better than paying a sham.
"Where are you taking me?" Mikel broke the silence, his eyes flicking between the two agents, watching for any subtle tells.
Danika kept her gaze on the road. "To a place that can answer all your questions."
"All my questions?" he repeated, voice tinged with skepticism.
"You've seen it," she replied, voice flat and clipped. "The thing that destroyed your neighborhood."