Meanwhile, outside of Mark's corrupted mind, Darren was sitting outside the Enforcer's base, supposedly "guarding" it. There wasn't much for him to do, and even if there was a threat, he wasn't nearly as qualified to handle it as those he was supposedly protecting.
Still, he appreciated the job and took it very seriously.
Several large lorries approached the base.
Darren immediately straightened, reaching toward his weapon.
Then he recognised someone.
Kaela.
She had zoomed off on one of her many motorbikes a while earlier, and seeing her casually sitting on top of one of the lorries immediately eased his tension.
At least he knew who was responsible.
The lorries came to a stop.
Kaela hopped down and stretched as though she had just returned from a casual shopping trip.
"I've come with a delivery."
Darren stared at her.
"Delivery?"
Kaela smiled.
That smile immediately made him suspicious.
The back doors of the first lorry opened.
Darren's expression changed.
