Like Dr. Hydran, this man’s corrupt nature wasn’t evident in his features, but his actions spoke eloquently of his weak character. They had to act quickly. Every second they waited increased the chances her handler would learn of Cyrus’s capture and bolt. Lyrik hadn’t given her specific instructions when he hurried back to the bridge. She hesitated another moment, then sent a mental compulsion into the overlord’s mind. Nothing happened. The pulse should have jolted him back to wakefulness. His resistance to her abilities was a new development. He had responded instantaneously when they stole the Gale. This was further proof that he had planted the assassin or at the very least was involved with those responsible. He groaned, rubbing his bruised jaw as he focused on his surroundings. “Where am I? What is the meaning of this?” She wanted to laugh at his imperious tone, but she was D-159, emotionless, unable to function beyond her handler’s directives.
