Chapter 67: CH 067: I want you (MR 9)
As Chris and his group walked away, their footsteps fading into the distance, Dave and the others had turned in the opposite direction leading to their assigned destination.
But Eric’s gaze won’t stop lingering on the hybrid that stood motionless beside them. And since Dave was here, he had decided to ask a question. "Chris said you were able to control this thing, so what do we do to it now?"
Dave’s response was casual, "Well, I’ll just let it go its way." He instructed the hybrid to head back to the laboratory, its purpose now to defend the lab against any potential threats.
With its strength, Dave was confident it could handle any beasts or intruders. So putting it in charge of the lab was the best option since he’ll be revisiting the place tomorrow for a very important task.
As the hybrid vanished into the distance, its form blending with the shadows toward the laboratory, the group stood momentarily still, the weight of recent events pressing upon them. The plan had been to proceed to Willow’s Street, but their current location was several distances away, and the journey would be long and uncertain.
Eric glanced around, his eyes settling on a familiar street sign. "My aunt lives nearby, it’s close to a bakery shop," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "I’d like to check on her before we move on."
Dave considered the request, nodding slowly. "We can wait until morning," he replied, masking his own reasons for the delay. Unspoken was his need to confront Tasha, a task he had planned for the next day. The betrayal still burned, and he sought both answers and retribution.
He kept his thoughts to himself, not wanting to burden the others with his personal vendetta. If all went as intended, he would not only complete a long-overdue mission but also settle the score with Tasha.
If Dave hadn’t possessed his unique abilities or managed to end the system’s punishment, his fate would have been sealed, as he would have been transformed into a mindless hybrid under White’s control. The thought of losing his autonomy, his very essence, to become a mere puppet was chilling.