Jagger stopped dead.
The heavy gunner shifted her grip on her rifle, though she didn't raise it. The silver-haired lancer watched without expression, her posture perfectly still.
"Orders for me?" Jagger asked, and there was something dangerous in the calm.
"You are one of a few hunters that have killed a Herald and received the title that came with it," Ulna said. "Therefore, you are a person of interest, which means you are now a valuable asset to the provisional government, and your skills and knowledge could be used for the betterment of the nation. You will come with us for debriefing."
Jagger let out a bitter laugh. "That explanation is just a fancier way of saying I don't have a choice." He looked Ulna dead in the eye. "So, I'll spell it out for you. I'm not going anywhere with you. You have no authority over me."
