Lackey's heart skipped a beat... when she found a 'Plot hole' in his cooked story.
Her voice slowly turned cold, mechanical and dangerous,
"Also... if Epsilon abandoned you, then how are you so fluent in our language as if you spent your entire life here..."
TANG!!!
The deafening sound of metal striking metal exploded through the laboratory.
Beta's head tilted forward from the impact before she immediately turned around.
Behind her stood Lackey.
A knife was clenched tightly in his hand.
The blade had struck the back of her helmet with enough force to kill an ordinary person, yet it had done little more than leave behind a shallow scratch across the metallic surface.
The attack had failed.
Where had he gotten the knife?
Naturally, it had come from his storage.
Lackey clicked his tongue and examined the cracked blade in his hand.
