Chapter Two: The Price of Ten Seconds

A faint gold line showed an opportunity: if Lin flashed over the wall now, Su could clean up nine seconds later. He did not move. The brightest future occurred. Obsidian surrendered Titan and lost three minutes later. Zhou slammed down his headset. "Sightseeing outside the pit?" "There was no way in." "Yesterday you flanked through darkness. Today there's no way in?" Lin stared at his hands. Future. Light. Memory. Any explanation would sound insane. And if management believed him, what would He Linchuan do with such a weapon? Chen froze the replay. "Their marksman had no side vision. You had a chance." "Too unlikely." Su watched him. "Too unlikely to try, or too expensive?" His chest tightened.