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June 12, 2016; Animus Data Core

He had blacked out after a moment of “running”. He didn't know how long he was out. Seconds, minutes, hours. All he knew is that when he finally came to, it was hard to tell if he was still awake at all. He felt like he was floating in a void, unfeeling, just a consciousness. And yet he kept moving forward somehow, drawn towards… something. Something buried in his brain. Something that told him he had to run. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had to move towards it.

His senses seemed to slowly come back into focus the closer he got to whatever this beacon was.

“You idiot!” he heard someone screaming at him. It was a woman’s voice, and she sounded quite upset. He blinked, smiling.

“What’s wrong, Chels? It wasn’t even that good.” He laughed. It was always easy to make her mad. Her fuse was extremely short. Just like her.

“What are you two fighting about now?” Carter said as he rounded the corner.

“Dumbass here ate my lunch!”

“Okay?”

She fixed him with a death glare as if to scare him either onto her side of the argument or into backing out of it entirely. Carter remained unfazed though. He was pretty used to Chelsea's “charms” by now.

Dusk rolled his eyes. “Look, Chels. I was hungry, you never keep the place stocked, and there was a sandwich with no name on the shelf of the fridge. I had to eat SOMETHING.”

“There is literally a Jimmy John's down the block!” she spat back.

“He didn't have to pay for your sandwich though,” Carter said nonchalantly, earning him another glare.

“Boy,” she said. “Do you wanna get smacked?”

“See? He gets it.” Dusk slapped Carter on the back, smirking. “This way I’m full AND rich. There’s literally no downside to this.”

“Well there's the downside of your throbbing balls.”

Before he could even react, she stepped forward, reared her leg back, and sent her foot straight into his crotch. His eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor, covering himself. He was used to this too, but the pain never lessened.

“Well that was just uncalled for,” Carter observed. And a split second later, he found himself rolling in pain on the floor right next to his friend. Chelsea made a haughty hmph, satisfied with her work, and then she wandered back towards the kitchen.

“You should know better by now, Carter,” she said over her shoulder. “I always win. You should teach the idiot that before he gets himself killed.”

“Aw come on Chels, give him a chance at least,” Carter pleaded. Chelsea wasn’t listening. Carter recovered first and got up. “Come on, Jacob. Let’s get out of here before she comes back.”

The name rung in his ears. Jacob. That wasn’t his name. He was Dusk, right? But… these people seemed to know him, although they were Assassins. He remembered Carter, though. That was his…

“Alright hold up, I'm getting something again.”

“Can you pull him out?”

“Uuuuuhhh give me a sec, I'm still figuring that out.”

“Figure it out. Now.”

He could hear Lucy and Sheol calling him back. He wanted to return. This place was off. He didn’t belong here. But at the same time, it felt safe. Even after getting kicked in the balls.

“Your cousin hates me.”

“My cousin hates a lot of people, dude. Give her time.”

“She doesn't want me here.”

“Eh. The rest of us do though. Me, Vienna, Ava. Everyone else who doesn’t actually have a stick up their ass. Don't let her get you down, bro. You're part of the family.”

Family. They were his family. He hadn’t thought of that word in a long time.

“I swear to God if you're still playing Tetris-!”

He could hear his mom yelling at his brother. Must have done something stupid again. More than likely was Dusk’s fault anyways. He tried to speak up, but he couldn’t afraid she might hit him. Or make him go to bed without dinner again.

“I'm not! Jeez boss calm down. I'm trying to pull him out. Have a bagel and chill.”

No. Wait. That was Sheol. He found that humorous. He thought Lucy was his mother. Fits. They were both huge assholes.

“I think I'm finally reaching a breakthrough with Jess.”

“Why do you keep trying so hard with her, man? She's just a psychotic Templar.”

“Nah, she's more than that. I know it. No one is who they're born as. They're who they choose to become. Just like me, and just like you. No matter how different we are, we're all human.”

Right. Like that makes things better. This is why he joined the Templars in the first place. Some humans choose to be evil. And hateful.

“You say we choose, but isn’t it our job to kill the humans that make the ‘wrong’ choice? Little hypocritical if you ask me.”

“Perhaps. Though we all still chose this job, after all. Just you watch. I don't care what Chelsea says, I can bring Jess over to our side. I know I can. She's lost, and I'm not gonna give up on her.”

“I swear, Spainhower. You are the strangest one here. But if anyone can ‘save’ her, it would be you. I mean, just look at me. I hate your ideals and I-”

“Is it working yet?”

“No, I can't get this stupid z-block to fit.”

“Stop playing Tetris goddammit!”

“Not until I finish this level.”

“I'll finish you if you don't fix the goddamned machine already and get our lab rat out!”

“Well that's just rude. Do it yourself. Just hit that button over there, should fix it right up.”

“It only takes one button?!”

“Well yeah after I ran the repair code ten minutes ago. Press that and initiate the program.”

“Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible team player?”

“I mean, Tetris is a single-player game.”

Dusk felt a sudden tug, and he was suddenly back in Cain, feeling queasy. He tried to hold onto the memories he had just gone through, but they began to fade again. He was happy the ordeal was over, even if he felt like someone had just tried to scoop his insides out. Whatever had happened, he was done. He didn’t know how he would, but he needed a rest from everything. He remembered the feeling of running without moving, and started thinking really hard. He imagined the feeling of removing that helmet. He imagined the room on the outside coming into view. He imagined leaving this wasteland he was in. Nothing happened, and Cain started moving again, but then Dusk felt a change.

“Uh, Boss? Something’s happening again.”

“I thought you fixed that!”

“This is something else. I think he’s trying to get out.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean he’s trying to get out.”

Dusk kept working at it. He felt sweat on his face. He felt his head pounding, and the bagels from earlier trying to come back. It was working. Somehow it was working. And it felt good. He felt like… Himself again.

“What the hell?!”

“Wow. Didn’t know someone could get aroused in that thing. Good on ya, kid.”

“Will you be quiet?!”

“No.”

Everything was black, but he could move again. He reached up and grabbed the headset, struggling to remove it. The light hurt, and his headache came back in full force. He held his arm up to cover his eyes.

“Sheol, can you turn the lights down? Please?” He could only imagine the look on Lucy’s face right now. He took joy in Dusk feeling sick. And answering to him. Well screw him. He figured going to Sheol first would help piss him off.

“Aw but if we turn the lights down, Lucy won't be forced to pay a buttload of money for the power bill,” Sheol pouted, infuriating her boss further. “And the look on his face is hilarious when that happens.”

“Did I break the Animus enough?”

“I mean, you did fry a few circuits given all the emotional trauma you shoved into it. I'm honestly impressed. Brain as scrambled as yours shouldn't have been able to do something like that. Good on ya.”

“Don't congratulate him!” Lucy snarled. He fixed Dusk with a death glare. “What did you do? I know this is your fault somehow.”

Dusk let his eyes adjust, looking away from Lucy. He put his hands in the air above his head and gestured, drawing out the word. “Imagination”

Lucifer scowled, his frown wrinkling his scars. “Toss him in his cell,” he barked at Sheol. “I want to run some scans before he gets back in.”

Sheol shrugged and hopped out of her chair. “Come on, man,” she told Dusk. “Let's get out of here before he sucks all the fun out of the room.”

“How can he do that when his face is so laughable?” Dusk stood up and shook his head.

“Hmmm good point!” Sheol agreed. “Still though, I need to order a pizza and Lucy's always a buzzkill about that. So we should head over to the cells anyway.” She turned towards her boss. “You like pepperoni?”

“I will bake you in fire.”

“Isn’t that a meme?” Before Lucifer could explode in her face again, she motioned for Dusk to follow her and the two made their way into the hallway that took them down to the cell room. Sheol stepped up and pressed the open button to Dusk's cell, bowing and waving her hand toward it like a butler. “After you, good sir,” she said.

“Thank you, Jeeves.” Dusk lifted his chin, stepping in, standing as straight as he could. Sheol casually closed the door behind him and flipped out her phone. “I got the pizza guy on speed dial,” she told Dusk

“Ask for Steve! I love that guy.” Dusk spoke up as she put it to her ear and started ordering.

“Aw yeah! Steve is awesome!” Sheol agreed.

After a couple minutes, she had the order placed and she put her phone back in her pocket. She leaned against the wall of the room and stuck her tongue out in boredom. “Welp. Now we just gotta wait for Lucy to call us back to the daily grind.” She turned to face Dusk. “So, what did happen in there? You do something? See something? Must've been something pretty unique to give yourself an adrenaline rush like that.”

Dusk sat there for a second, frowning. “Yeah… Does the name Spainhower sound familiar to you?”

“Tall? Girly hair? Obnoxiously perky?”

Dusk’s eye twitched once. “Yeah. That’s exact.”

“Yeah that's the kid running the Assassins around here with his cousin. Bit of a pain in the ass from what I hear. Why you askin’?”

“Well that’s who I saw. I guess he must be an informant? We seemed to be on good terms.

There was a shift in Sheol’s expression, an unfamiliar one that she did her best to hide behind her smirk. She almost seemed a bit worried. “Uhh…” she said. “Probably just some weird side effect from the Animus. I mean, you've never met the guy, right?”

“Not that I know of, but it felt so familiar. And He wasn’t a target. I mean, I wanted to kill him, but in the same way I want to kill you. There wasn’t any hate in it. He was a friend.”

Sheol bit her lip. “Well I mean it was only him you saw in there so maybe it was just a weird thing. Your brain just wanted something nice to go to.”

“No. There was also this absolute bitch that kicked me in the balls.” The memory came back to him. Clearer now. “I think she’d had a Jimmy John’s sandwich in the fridge and I got hungry.”

“...You know man you're making it really hard for me to come up with lame excuses. That's not cool.”

“What excuses? Do you know what’s going on?”

Sheol pursed her lips again. The gears in her head grinded around a bit before she finally sighed. “Okay maybe I do,” she said. “But I'm not gonna tell you.”

Dusk rolled his eyes, about to say something back. But he was cut off when she started talking again. “Because I know you're gonna figure it out soon enough if you're already this close to the surface of the water.”

Dusk stopped and nodded. “All right. Then shoot. Why is this guy rolling around my brain space?”

Sheol shrugged. “Well if we stick to the water metaphor, I guess he's probably some sort of mental life-preserver,” she said.

“Trying to keep me from sinking? Like, into the Animus?”

“That. And I guess from being dragged along with the stuff Lucy's cooking up. Like, me, I don't care. I just go with whatever until I'm bored. But you… you're different.”

“Well, he is a huge dick. And I guess I don’t remember his plan fully. What is it that he’s trying to do, anyways?”

“Well. It ain't helping Abstergo sell cough drops, that's for sure.”

“We sell cough drops? I could use a few. Throats been itching a lot.”

“We sell everything, dude.” She reached into her jacket and pulled out a bag of cough drops, and tossed them over to Dusk.

He popped a few into his mouth and sucked on them. “That’s better. So this guy isn’t trying to help the Templars? He’s just being a jerk?”

“I mean he is the Devil. Being a jerk is kinda in the job description. But no. We're not technically with the Templars. We're members and we use all their junk, but we've got other motives. Me, because I'm always looking for the next fun thing to do. Lucy because… well let's just say he likes his plans to go out with a bang.”

“That sounds… Destructive... “

“Eeyup. Lucy has anger issues. 75000 years of brooding like an angsty teen will do that to ya.”

Suddenly her pocket began vibrating. She reached in and took a look at her phone. “Speaking of angry bossman,” she said. “Lucy just texted me. Said he's ready for you to hop into Cain again. You ready?”

“I seem to remember something about not having a choice at all.”

That made Sheol go right back to smirking. “Yeah, you're definitely the rebel type,” she said, unlocking the cell. “Wonder which of us you're gonna try to stick your blade in first once you send this little side plot of Lucy's tumblin’ down.”

“You have more personality and a decent chest. I’d stab him first.”

She nodded, satisfied. She started walking back upstairs, motioning for Dusk to follow her all the way up to the Animus room yet again. Lucifer was waiting there, still frowning but at least a bit more collected. He was leaning back in his chair, fingers locked. He stared at Dusk when he came in.

“Scans aren't showing anything,” he said, almost sounding disappointed. “You're clear to get back in. But if you try to pull anything, I will be watching.”

“Better keep a close eye, then. Blink and you might miss me.” Dusk got in the chair, ready to go back in. As he sat down, however, he felt his head start to ache. It didn’t hurt so much as pulse. He remembered the feeling, and frowned, closing his eyes. “On my way, Cain.” Then the visor was lowered over his eyes, and the simulation took him.

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June 12, 2016; Animus Data Core

He had blacked out after a moment of “running”. He didn't know how long he was out. Seconds, minutes, hours. All he knew is that when he finally came to, it was hard to tell if he was still awake at all. He felt like he was floating in a void, unfeeling, just a consciousness. And yet he kept moving forward somehow, drawn towards… something. Something buried in his brain. Something that told him he had to run. He didn't know what it was, but he knew he had to move towards it.

His senses seemed to slowly come back into focus the closer he got to whatever this beacon was.

“You idiot!” he heard someone screaming at him. It was a woman’s voice, and she sounded quite upset. He blinked, smiling.

“What’s wrong, Chels? It wasn’t even that good.” He laughed. It was always easy to make her mad. Her fuse was extremely short. Just like her.

“What are you two fighting about now?” Carter said as he rounded the corner.

“Dumbass here ate my lunch!”

“Okay?”

She fixed him with a death glare as if to scare him either onto her side of the argument or into backing out of it entirely. Carter remained unfazed though. He was pretty used to Chelsea's “charms” by now.

Dusk rolled his eyes. “Look, Chels. I was hungry, you never keep the place stocked, and there was a sandwich with no name on the shelf of the fridge. I had to eat SOMETHING.”

“There is literally a Jimmy John's down the block!” she spat back.

“He didn't have to pay for your sandwich though,” Carter said nonchalantly, earning him another glare.

“Boy,” she said. “Do you wanna get smacked?”

“See? He gets it.” Dusk slapped Carter on the back, smirking. “This way I’m full AND rich. There’s literally no downside to this.”

“Well there's the downside of your throbbing balls.”

Before he could even react, she stepped forward, reared her leg back, and sent her foot straight into his crotch. His eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor, covering himself. He was used to this too, but the pain never lessened.

“Well that was just uncalled for,” Carter observed. And a split second later, he found himself rolling in pain on the floor right next to his friend. Chelsea made a haughty hmph, satisfied with her work, and then she wandered back towards the kitchen.

“You should know better by now, Carter,” she said over her shoulder. “I always win. You should teach the idiot that before he gets himself killed.”

“Aw come on Chels, give him a chance at least,” Carter pleaded. Chelsea wasn’t listening. Carter recovered first and got up. “Come on, Jacob. Let’s get out of here before she comes back.”

The name rung in his ears. Jacob. That wasn’t his name. He was Dusk, right? But… these people seemed to know him, although they were Assassins. He remembered Carter, though. That was his…

“Alright hold up, I'm getting something again.”

“Can you pull him out?”

“Uuuuuhhh give me a sec, I'm still figuring that out.”

“Figure it out. Now.”

He could hear Lucy and Sheol calling him back. He wanted to return. This place was off. He didn’t belong here. But at the same time, it felt safe. Even after getting kicked in the balls.

“Your cousin hates me.”

“My cousin hates a lot of people, dude. Give her time.”

“She doesn't want me here.”

“Eh. The rest of us do though. Me, Vienna, Ava. Everyone else who doesn’t actually have a stick up their ass. Don't let her get you down, bro. You're part of the family.”

Family. They were his family. He hadn’t thought of that word in a long time.

“I swear to God if you're still playing Tetris-!”

He could hear his mom yelling at his brother. Must have done something stupid again. More than likely was Dusk’s fault anyways. He tried to speak up, but he couldn’t afraid she might hit him. Or make him go to bed without dinner again.

“I'm not! Jeez boss calm down. I'm trying to pull him out. Have a bagel and chill.”

No. Wait. That was Sheol. He found that humorous. He thought Lucy was his mother. Fits. They were both huge assholes.

“I think I'm finally reaching a breakthrough with Jess.”

“Why do you keep trying so hard with her, man? She's just a psychotic Templar.”

“Nah, she's more than that. I know it. No one is who they're born as. They're who they choose to become. Just like me, and just like you. No matter how different we are, we're all human.”

Right. Like that makes things better. This is why he joined the Templars in the first place. Some humans choose to be evil. And hateful.

“You say we choose, but isn’t it our job to kill the humans that make the ‘wrong’ choice? Little hypocritical if you ask me.”

“Perhaps. Though we all still chose this job, after all. Just you watch. I don't care what Chelsea says, I can bring Jess over to our side. I know I can. She's lost, and I'm not gonna give up on her.”

“I swear, Spainhower. You are the strangest one here. But if anyone can ‘save’ her, it would be you. I mean, just look at me. I hate your ideals and I-”

“Is it working yet?”

“No, I can't get this stupid z-block to fit.”

“Stop playing Tetris goddammit!”

“Not until I finish this level.”

“I'll finish you if you don't fix the goddamned machine already and get our lab rat out!”

“Well that's just rude. Do it yourself. Just hit that button over there, should fix it right up.”

“It only takes one button?!”

“Well yeah after I ran the repair code ten minutes ago. Press that and initiate the program.”

“Has anyone ever told you you're a terrible team player?”

“I mean, Tetris is a single-player game.”

Dusk felt a sudden tug, and he was suddenly back in Cain, feeling queasy. He tried to hold onto the memories he had just gone through, but they began to fade again. He was happy the ordeal was over, even if he felt like someone had just tried to scoop his insides out. Whatever had happened, he was done. He didn’t know how he would, but he needed a rest from everything. He remembered the feeling of running without moving, and started thinking really hard. He imagined the feeling of removing that helmet. He imagined the room on the outside coming into view. He imagined leaving this wasteland he was in. Nothing happened, and Cain started moving again, but then Dusk felt a change.

“Uh, Boss? Something’s happening again.”

“I thought you fixed that!”

“This is something else. I think he’s trying to get out.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean he’s trying to get out.”

Dusk kept working at it. He felt sweat on his face. He felt his head pounding, and the bagels from earlier trying to come back. It was working. Somehow it was working. And it felt good. He felt like… Himself again.

“What the hell?!”

“Wow. Didn’t know someone could get aroused in that thing. Good on ya, kid.”

“Will you be quiet?!”

“No.”

Everything was black, but he could move again. He reached up and grabbed the headset, struggling to remove it. The light hurt, and his headache came back in full force. He held his arm up to cover his eyes.

“Sheol, can you turn the lights down? Please?” He could only imagine the look on Lucy’s face right now. He took joy in Dusk feeling sick. And answering to him. Well screw him. He figured going to Sheol first would help piss him off.

“Aw but if we turn the lights down, Lucy won't be forced to pay a buttload of money for the power bill,” Sheol pouted, infuriating her boss further. “And the look on his face is hilarious when that happens.”

“Did I break the Animus enough?”

“I mean, you did fry a few circuits given all the emotional trauma you shoved into it. I'm honestly impressed. Brain as scrambled as yours shouldn't have been able to do something like that. Good on ya.”

“Don't congratulate him!” Lucy snarled. He fixed Dusk with a death glare. “What did you do? I know this is your fault somehow.”

Dusk let his eyes adjust, looking away from Lucy. He put his hands in the air above his head and gestured, drawing out the word. “Imagination”

Lucifer scowled, his frown wrinkling his scars. “Toss him in his cell,” he barked at Sheol. “I want to run some scans before he gets back in.”

Sheol shrugged and hopped out of her chair. “Come on, man,” she told Dusk. “Let's get out of here before he sucks all the fun out of the room.”

“How can he do that when his face is so laughable?” Dusk stood up and shook his head.

“Hmmm good point!” Sheol agreed. “Still though, I need to order a pizza and Lucy's always a buzzkill about that. So we should head over to the cells anyway.” She turned towards her boss. “You like pepperoni?”

“I will bake you in fire.”

“Isn’t that a meme?” Before Lucifer could explode in her face again, she motioned for Dusk to follow her and the two made their way into the hallway that took them down to the cell room. Sheol stepped up and pressed the open button to Dusk's cell, bowing and waving her hand toward it like a butler. “After you, good sir,” she said.

“Thank you, Jeeves.” Dusk lifted his chin, stepping in, standing as straight as he could. Sheol casually closed the door behind him and flipped out her phone. “I got the pizza guy on speed dial,” she told Dusk

“Ask for Steve! I love that guy.” Dusk spoke up as she put it to her ear and started ordering.

“Aw yeah! Steve is awesome!” Sheol agreed.

After a couple minutes, she had the order placed and she put her phone back in her pocket. She leaned against the wall of the room and stuck her tongue out in boredom. “Welp. Now we just gotta wait for Lucy to call us back to the daily grind.” She turned to face Dusk. “So, what did happen in there? You do something? See something? Must've been something pretty unique to give yourself an adrenaline rush like that.”

Dusk sat there for a second, frowning. “Yeah… Does the name Spainhower sound familiar to you?”

“Tall? Girly hair? Obnoxiously perky?”

Dusk’s eye twitched once. “Yeah. That’s exact.”

“Yeah that's the kid running the Assassins around here with his cousin. Bit of a pain in the ass from what I hear. Why you askin’?”

“Well that’s who I saw. I guess he must be an informant? We seemed to be on good terms.

There was a shift in Sheol’s expression, an unfamiliar one that she did her best to hide behind her smirk. She almost seemed a bit worried. “Uhh…” she said. “Probably just some weird side effect from the Animus. I mean, you've never met the guy, right?”

“Not that I know of, but it felt so familiar. And He wasn’t a target. I mean, I wanted to kill him, but in the same way I want to kill you. There wasn’t any hate in it. He was a friend.”

Sheol bit her lip. “Well I mean it was only him you saw in there so maybe it was just a weird thing. Your brain just wanted something nice to go to.”

“No. There was also this absolute bitch that kicked me in the balls.” The memory came back to him. Clearer now. “I think she’d had a Jimmy John’s sandwich in the fridge and I got hungry.”

“...You know man you're making it really hard for me to come up with lame excuses. That's not cool.”

“What excuses? Do you know what’s going on?”

Sheol pursed her lips again. The gears in her head grinded around a bit before she finally sighed. “Okay maybe I do,” she said. “But I'm not gonna tell you.”

Dusk rolled his eyes, about to say something back. But he was cut off when she started talking again. “Because I know you're gonna figure it out soon enough if you're already this close to the surface of the water.”

Dusk stopped and nodded. “All right. Then shoot. Why is this guy rolling around my brain space?”

Sheol shrugged. “Well if we stick to the water metaphor, I guess he's probably some sort of mental life-preserver,” she said.

“Trying to keep me from sinking? Like, into the Animus?”

“That. And I guess from being dragged along with the stuff Lucy's cooking up. Like, me, I don't care. I just go with whatever until I'm bored. But you… you're different.”

“Well, he is a huge dick. And I guess I don’t remember his plan fully. What is it that he’s trying to do, anyways?”

“Well. It ain't helping Abstergo sell cough drops, that's for sure.”

“We sell cough drops? I could use a few. Throats been itching a lot.”

“We sell everything, dude.” She reached into her jacket and pulled out a bag of cough drops, and tossed them over to Dusk.

He popped a few into his mouth and sucked on them. “That’s better. So this guy isn’t trying to help the Templars? He’s just being a jerk?”

“I mean he is the Devil. Being a jerk is kinda in the job description. But no. We're not technically with the Templars. We're members and we use all their junk, but we've got other motives. Me, because I'm always looking for the next fun thing to do. Lucy because… well let's just say he likes his plans to go out with a bang.”

“That sounds… Destructive... “

“Eeyup. Lucy has anger issues. 75000 years of brooding like an angsty teen will do that to ya.”

Suddenly her pocket began vibrating. She reached in and took a look at her phone. “Speaking of angry bossman,” she said. “Lucy just texted me. Said he's ready for you to hop into Cain again. You ready?”

“I seem to remember something about not having a choice at all.”

That made Sheol go right back to smirking. “Yeah, you're definitely the rebel type,” she said, unlocking the cell. “Wonder which of us you're gonna try to stick your blade in first once you send this little side plot of Lucy's tumblin’ down.”

“You have more personality and a decent chest. I’d stab him first.”

She nodded, satisfied. She started walking back upstairs, motioning for Dusk to follow her all the way up to the Animus room yet again. Lucifer was waiting there, still frowning but at least a bit more collected. He was leaning back in his chair, fingers locked. He stared at Dusk when he came in.

“Scans aren't showing anything,” he said, almost sounding disappointed. “You're clear to get back in. But if you try to pull anything, I will be watching.”

“Better keep a close eye, then. Blink and you might miss me.” Dusk got in the chair, ready to go back in. As he sat down, however, he felt his head start to ache. It didn’t hurt so much as pulse. He remembered the feeling, and frowned, closing his eyes. “On my way, Cain.” Then the visor was lowered over his eyes, and the simulation took him.