ALTERS

al-grade steel hung heavy in the air, mingling with the abrasive tang of lingering chemicals. His eyes, blurred from the t

the cell. Even while seated, the man's height was evident. His broad shoulders br

e. The man's face emerged in the soft glow, a canvas covered in the rough strokes of a brutal past. Scars, both

that danced within their depths. A light that illuminated the man's resolve, etched with a keen intelligence that belied his ru

low, gravelly voice. "I thought

is blurred vision. "What the hell happened?" Blaze c

rground, high-security joint. I've been trying to find a way out for weeks,

capture you?

as a typical evening," he began, his voice strained. "My host was in his apa

pened?" Blaze aske

or something," Colt continued. "But before he knew it, a group

ry. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice low and a

ustration in his tone. "Dr. Crow is after our kind," he said, his voice

shock. "What do you mean

whisper. "Crow's a goddamn psycho," Colt growle

"That's insane," he muttered. "How

dangerous man," he said. "He'll stop at nothing to achi

d expression. "We must find a way to

enthusiasm, kid, but it's not that simple," he said. "Dr. Crow's security meas

ge of frustration. "So, what

what feels like an eternity, and I've tried every possible escape plan I could come up with," he admitted, his

ling to take a chance to work together with you." He paused, letting the words sink in, before continuing

hat. We can't just give up and let Dr.

en hesitated. "Actually, never mind," he said, shaking his head. Colt narrowed his eyes

in surprise. "What? W

hat chance," he said, settling back into his seat.

houted. But he knew arguing with Colt wouldn't get him anywhere. He would have to find a way