Chapter 22
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the holo-screens that displayed mission data. The smell of coffee mixed with the faint metallic scent from the weapons racks. We had just returned from Helios Tower, and although the mission was a success, there was an unspoken tension in the air.
I adjusted my gloves and leaned against the wall, feeling the weight of my mask in my pocket. Athanasius sat across the table, his emerald eyes scanning through the mission logs, but I knew he wasn’t really looking at the data. Every now and then, his gaze flicked toward me, just for a fraction of a second, before he quickly returned to his work.
Portgas and Viveron were discussing anomalies they found in the Labyrinth network, but I couldn’t focus on that. My mind kept replaying mo
