The supermind took control, navigating through the extension station's holographic interface, while Beelathorn continued to scan the walls... wary of an attack.
'They have a sketch of the old face,' the supermind chimed, and Beelathorn turned to look at the extension station.
There he was, in holographic black and white... a near-accurate sketch of the boy he once was, plastered onto a wild-west wanted poster.
No one could say Heron lacked flair. The shadows and the sharpness of his features made him look sinister, as if he were truly capable of killing 86 people.
"I didn't kill my classmates," he whispered immediately, as if dismissing it quickly enough would erase his sketch from the wanted poster.
The Shadow woman sighed at that. "Come now, you're a smarter man than that darling," she said, her voice still a disembodied phantom within the walls.
