A million questions were running through Tristan's head.
'How did he get here? WHY did he get here?! Is he onto me? No, no, if Martinez knew about my identities, I'd be hit with a system penalty already. But does he suspect? What is he planning to do? If he wanted to kill me, why now, of all times? He couldn't have known I'd be isolated here, now!'
Tristan's mind was so overwhelmed that the extra thinking time given to him by his 'Bullet Time' talent passed in a blink of an eye.
Martinez closed the entrance door behind him and advanced on Tristan.
"Gemello. Tell me where Tristan Hayes is now, if you don't want to get shot."
Tristan opened his mouth, then closed it again.
As pieces of the puzzle arranged in his head, his confusion abated, and he gradually calmed down.
Tristan raised his arms in a placating gesture.
"I have no idea whom you are talking about… And who are you, mister? How did you go past all the security?"
