“I’m sorry Miss Jackson, really I am! But as I’ve said before, treason is a serious crime in this world you know. To question your loyalty now would be…most troublesome for any of us in the future. Am I right?”

Spencer shrugged innocently, and it looked like he no longer cared about the Catalyst at this point. She could wait; right now, there was some educating he needed to do. Taking this chance, Kiara motioned for both Elliot and Trixie to take the chance now to escape.

As they ran, Giltwith noticed this. Taking one last glance at Jackson and Spencer-both his superiors in rank-he brandished his sword before giving chase.

“Let the youth of today deal with the problem, right Miss Jackson?”

Spencer twirled his knife lazily. 

“Or, are you suggesting of allying with a terrorist as well? Measures must be taken against people like her. You surely must know this much Miss Jackson?”

As he said each word, the coy smile never left his face, as if daring her to refute him and strike. Soon enough, a dark and sickening aure began to resonate around him.