It took a minute for the truth to sink into Athena's information processing brain cells.
And when it did, her face underwent varied transformations—from eyes widening partly in shock to jaws slackening in disbelief; then to eyes shutting as rage swallowed her up, to jaws firming, to furrows marring her forehead, which informed the observant group that she was thinking on how this matter had occurred.
Who had done it? And when? How could she be ignorant of a machine inside her body?
Her fists balled, nostrils flared next, and teeth grinding followed the cue.
Who? When? She asked again and again, her mind wheels spinning at an exponential rate. Who would dare to…
She stopped when an answer clocked into her mind. And when she opened her eyes, rage far from being distilled out, the people knew that they were about to get the second piece of the puzzle—that the second phase of the mission was about to begin.
"Who are the tyrants?" Ewan gritted out, voice heavy and gruff.
