He is effectively a hostage. Of course. What else? Like the proton cannon trained on Suka Bator, this threat was really aimed at Punisher. At Trumpet's people aboard the cruiser. Now Morn faced an abyss of her own: a completely different gulf than the one in front of Min; or the same chasm from the other side. She was the wrong person to be where she was, doing what she did. The wrong person altogether. Her loyalty to the UMCP director ran too deep: it had been in her family until it became almost genetic. Could she sacrifice him in order to tell her story; make Vector's formula public? She didn't think so. Someone else should be in command— someone who could reach decisions without counting what they cost. Angus couldn't do it. His essential programming prevented him from harming UMCP personnel. And Davies couldn't. His commitment to Warden Dios was clearer than Morn's; less conflicted. Exhaustion and damage precluded Mikka. Like Vector, she couldn't command Angus' support. Morn needed a better answer.
