Flynn was practically glowing with satisfaction after dropping Whitestone twice in a row. The thrill of turning the tables still lingered in his chest, sharp and addictive.
'You want to gang up on me? Fine. Then I'll make sure you're the only one I hunt. Let's see how long you can stand it.'
Not long after the first kill, he had already received a message relayed through Let-There-Be-Light. Aether-Reach wanted to contact him. Flynn had paused for only a moment before giving his answer, to tell them his comm-link was off, that he could not be reached. A flimsy excuse, but enough. Then he simply waited, patient and still, until Whitestone resurrected. The moment he did, Flynn struck again and killed him a second time without hesitation.
