"System," Michael muttered under his breath. "What the fuck are we dealing with here?"
The System, for once, was less than helpful.
[The system suggests the host investigate further. Be badass and earn some badass points instead of come running to the system for every single thing.]
"You're a real goddamn help, you know that?" Michael growled, more to himself than to the System. He remembered, with a flicker of annoyance the times the System had refused to assist him. It was the System's way of pushing and forcing him to adapt, overcome, and be badass.
After all, it was called the Badass System, wasn't it? Not the Hand-Holding, Let-Me-Solve-All-Your-Problems System.
Oblivious to his internal conversation, Gaya was scanning the darkness, her senses on high alert.
Michael, deciding to take a different approach, activated his earpiece comm.
"Pink," he said in a low murmur.
