The ENDAYS staff were suspicious of Hayes, eyeing him with distrust over their shoulders and across from their consoles, as he watched the large screens embedded in the wall. The rumours had started when they picked up his arrival, and since his capture, were circulating virulently. An infectious spread of conjecture about who he was, where he was from, what he could do, and whether he could be depended upon. The clock continued to tick down, now just under five and a half hours. Every second counted, and this temporary new addition to their ranks was making everyone uneasy. “So, who's this big, bad threat y'can't handle yourself?” Hayes asked, as Campbell gestured for an analyst to put information on the screen. “Two days ago, three-T predicted an Endays level event, or E.D.E., as we call them.” “Three-T?” Hayes asked, already fearing yet another ridiculous acronym. “The Think Tank.
