Risen Demon

[Thunderer]

His reflexes pushed him into the lift's corner. He cowered there for a moment, protecting his face with his forearm. If she really aimed at him, he'd already be dead. He didn't really fear losing his life, but rather the situation escaping his control. And it just has. He had to grasp it again, but it was Titanium who had the iron fist. That was because she hit the nerve. Hall's own life didn't have a goal either. All those trophies, books and the fight for political power were merely there to keep him busy while waiting for Godot.
If he called for the marines now, they would arrive on time to identify his mutilated corpse, at best. It was clear, however, that Titanium didn't want to kill him. She didn't want to kill anyone any more, which completely killed the purpose Hall was intending for her.
A desperate though quietly slammed into his brain. He rose and shook his finger towards what appeared to be a hidden camera. He calmly shook the dust off of his uniform with his shivering fingers and looked at Titanium.

"Why Ishmael?"

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