Reappearing to another Orange Cube in an empty corridor, Jake stood still for a moment, his arms trembling.
"Fuck! "Jake yelled as he punched the wall to his right.
He was mad as hell. One, he had failed to save the young woman, and two, he had gotten carried away with no direct benefit except a few pieces of information that he could surely have obtained on his own.
Jake was neither an angel nor a Saint, but to see two criminals take a young woman away to rape her without being able to do anything when he had the strength to prevent it was a horrible feeling combining anger at oneself, guilt and feelings of powerlessness.
He was not deluded, he could feel it. If he had tried to control the bodies of Yerode and Lamine with the intention of executing them outside, the drones would have moved in before he could take action, like in a bad remake of Minority Report.
