The sight of that bass guitar—Enchanted, made Conrad pause.
He knew that sooner or later, Thrash would use it, but he didn't account on that being now.
Every instinct screamed at him to prepare, but he had no clear plan to do so.
Even the simple strategy to deal with it wasn't guaranteed to work. Heck, it wasn't even a strategy, just instinctual knowledge. When you hear a loud noise, it's only natural to cover your ears. But something about that smug grin on Thrash's face made him doubt that would be enough.
'Maybe I'm overthinking it. He wouldn't risk hurting his own partner, right?'
The applicants were not obligated to form teams or partnerships with other applicants, it was just a way to increase security and manpower. At the end of the day, what mattered was individual points and everyone knew that very well.
Backstabbing wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.
