"What is the meaning of this!?" shouted Desmond in a rage, his eyes flashing bright red. His synthetic dreadlocked hair, made of fiber-net cable, glowed crimson in various segments that lined each lock. He looked around everywhere, and his spider drones spun about, scanning, but they could not identify where that voice came from.
But, at the very least, there was no immediate threat.
"Just business, Des," said Feather. "Our line of work always comes with a hefty side serving of betrayal. You ought to know that best."
"You…" Desmond's lips twisted into a snarl, but he quickly turned to Refraction, needing to get out before venting any anger. "The Warp-Lock's range can't be infinite. Let's go!"
Refraction nodded and shouted to Mollusk. "I'm breaking us out of here!"
Refraction rushed to one of the mobile home's walls, winding back a palm strike to blow it away.
