"Is it really done?"
The gruff voice had a metallic ring to it. In the cold, underground storage space, it felt strangely strangely sharp, like hundreds of small grass shards being constantly ground.
Finn didn't like that voice. He hated that voice. His wish was to never hear it again, and so he sought to silence it.
"Damn, that's only one week. Guess you really improved in those two years."
Finn didn't say anything. He kept his gaze to the floor, afraid that, if he laid eyes on those metal jaws, he would lose control over his anger.
The truth was, he could have finished days ago. Black Shield had some impressive cyber defenses, but with the tricks Dante had thought him, he could have easily bypassed them. His reason for making such delay was simple—he wanted them to believe that the second machine won't be ready for another week.
