-You bastards!-
"...?"
Suddenly, Justin heard someone shouting up ahead. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, but judging by the surprised expressions of the others, he wasn't the only one who heard it.
-What the hell!? Are you kidding me!?-
Another shout rang out, clearer this time. The voice was unmistakably human, though it wavered and was difficult to make out.
"Let's go!" Justin ordered as he broke into a run, the other pioneers following close behind. After about a minute of running, the voices grew louder.
-Drop your weapons immediately. This is your last warning.-
-Screw you! Why should we trust you!? I'd rather die fighting!-
-Then die. Makes my job easier.-
-Hey, wait!-
As they closed the distance, Justin could make out three distinct voices in conversation. One voice in particular seemed oddly familiar.
Just as they reached the end of the path, Justin recognized the speaker.
"...Grayson?"
