Pushing each a team of soldiers, he orders them to infiltrate the center who was the two girls in the middle of the fray. Easily discerned from their point of view because Perri and Bernice were the only two who are unharmed, including the body of the in-coma Primer.
Dr. Munar steadily felt his soul shudder as he stopped Prof. Tenorio. “This isn’t right...I’ve never seen this happen? The affected survivors are awake, intent on killing us.”
“Surprising,” Prof. Tenorio drily said. “The girls are in the middle of this chaos without harm. There’s no point trying to figure out where the source of the Primer control is, it’s that girl.”
Dr. Munar watched from their distance, the blurred forms of the girls under the sunny sky. He couldn’t discern what Prof. Tenorio saw, but he knew it was not something any of them can confirm without further investigation. Reaching an impasse is not an allowable matter a
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