Carson stared at Shallia from across the hallway. Shalia’s henchmen were working Resh over for information in an interrogation room. “Let me through. I won’t have you butchering the man.” Shalia held fast. “Just relax doctor, he won’t be harmed.” Carson didn’t trust any of this. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he trusted any of his allies at this point. So many had joined the group, Carson wasn’t sure how many malevolent personal agendas lurked in the shadowed pasts of the other members of this ragtag group. Fenn had remained mysterious, slipping off and communicating with the infamous Spynet. He had no idea what Baldr or Shalia’s stake in all of this was. Webs of shadows extended everywhere. Carson wondered how Tor and Tull were doing with their mission. It seemed that while Carson’s mission had been successful, the blood still flowed. Whether it was innocent blood was a matter for the realm of philosophy. Perhaps the greatest enemy the rebellion faced was within. Action needed to be taken before they became the very monsters they fought against, nothing more than common beasts. Carson was deep in thought when Shalia stepped aside and opened the door. “Doctor, I’d like you to oversee the questioning of our captive.” Carson sighed and stepped through the door. There was work to do and no time for his emotions.
(This may be edited later but for now it’ll stand)