“Slim build. Yeah, that rules me out.” Abner’s voice was tense, his eyes scanning the crowd that gathered near the building. “Just hope they don’t find someone matching that. Especially not Enclave. I don’t want a human getting blamed for what I did.” Unlikely, but it wouldn’t be the first time his superiors had created their own perpetrator. He’d been there for some of them. It was for the greater good, but it didn’t make their screams any less haunting.

Someone brushed past his shoulder and he flinched, instinctively moving closer to Anderson—to protect the lieutenant or himself, he wasn’t sure. “Sorry, sir. Not used to crowds,” he apologized. They weren’t even inside and he already felt light-headed, distant, slowly drifting away from himself like he had on the way there. “If I start zoning out when I’m in there, just—“ He instinctively reached for his neck, finding only scarred skin. Right. “I guess just hit me or something. Should work okay.”