“If you’re not the one conducting this symphony of annihilation, then prove it by coming to Geneva Labs. There’s a polygraph machine waiting for you.” I warned Regis. “Also, it’s powered by Exomoon. I thought you would appreciate that. Meet me at 2 PM.”
I instantly hung up and slammed my phone on my desk. If it didn’t have the titanium case I installed on it, I’d be confident it would’ve smashed.
If the mayor wants to play innocent, then he’ll have to go through me. Sure, I could care less about the idiots that populated Hollandus Landing, but even I have addenda when it came to who becomes targeted.
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