A new mission. An official one now. Abner felt oddly relieved as he followed the detective into the building—he wasn’t sure how long he could’ve lasted without orders, especially out in the open like this. Lieutenant Anderson may not have been a traditional superior, but he was Enclave and had a rank, so it was good enough for him. The food was a plus, too. There was just one nagging thought crawling into his brain...

“Understood, sir. I’m yours until this is over. One other thing, though, if that’s okay.” A deep breath, reminding himself that Anderson seemingly didn’t mind him asking questions. An oddity among superiors.

“What if someone wants you dead? Wouldn’t I be a risk then too?”