3
THE WARHOLD
When the Dragonfly touched down at Kaoteck HQ, a stony-faced CSI Archer was already waiting for them with a medical team ready to attend to the injured Constable. “Welcome home Cobras, apologies for pulling you out like that, I’m sure you understand why I didn’t want you on the ground out there. It wouldn’t do to have our most valuable assets stabbed by an angry murderball fan now would it!”
Something in Archer’s tone sounded different to Gideon, something was somehow…softer. It wasn’t the words or the sentiment, but something else, something he couldn’t quite place. “We understand Sir. If I may, why has murderball been clamped down on, and...”
Archer cut him off with a raised finger. “I’m sure you have lots of questions Cobra One, but this is neither the time nor the pla
