Sharon- United Human Faction- Day 22
“Welcome home Julian,” Sharon whispered as he entered the suite.
“What did I miss?” Julian asked, half jokingly.
“Paul is having a rough time. He’s nothing like Thomas, but he’s having doubts.”
“I don’t think we need to worry about his loyalty, not after what happened with him and Karen.”
“I’m not worried about loyalty, Julian. I’m worried about our friend.”
“Yeah,” muttered Julian, putting down his bags and facing the door, “I think I’ll go pay him a visit.”
Julian walked out the still open door, leaving the mask in Sharon’s room. She examined the strange artifact, and noticed it was not the same as when she had last seen it. It was still intact, and there was no sign of any damage, but its color was no longer as pure as when she had first made it. The fabric covering its wooden frame was turning slightly yellow. She couldn’t help thinking of Thomas, watching his friend walk up wearing this stained mask. It was a sickening scene, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind. They were doing something wrong.
She reached down to the filing cabinet next to the bed, and examined the officers’ roster. There was one name that caught her attention. Richard Campbell, Second Level Chief of Combat Operations. Paul had said something about this singular individual, but no one else. Everyone was ordinary except for this man. This man was evil. He was a villain, and he needed to be kept away from the hero’s job. Beginning the next day, he would be Level Three Chief of Incarcerated Hostiles. That fit his personality.
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