[center]Eira. South-East sewers.
Mech pilot: Two pistols and backpack.[/center]
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Her arms trembled as her mind fluttered in shock, staring down the barrels of the twin pistols at the man she had helped rescure. [i]Damn it, I thought it was over.[/i]

What was she supposed to do? This shapeshifter had deceived them thus far, how could she expect he wasn't deceiving them now? He could be toying with their morality, their human emotions and weakness, so as to easily infiltrate the base. Every instinct in her told her to shoot. To riddle his body with bullets, as she had been trained to do, as she had been taught to do. These freaks were their enemies, mindless beasts that could consume a man whole—she had seen it—and that would massacre hundreds of their own without mercy.

And yet... Adam—or rather his look-a-like—[i]did[/i] appear to have a mind. A sentient being, seeking their aid.

Whether he was out to betray them or not, she couldn't bear the thought of betraying him. [i]I can't shoot him. Not now.[/i]

With a heave of released breath, she lowered and holstered her pistols, accepting the black box and adding it to her backpack's inventory. She was relieved Roman had spoken first. His confidence boosted her just enough to regain some of her senses.

"Fine, your secret is safe for now. But I'm not letting you out of my sight 'til you reveal yourself to our superiors."