Of course, my wish wasn't granted.
Within the NSA, with thousands of employees—active Seekers or not—I was the only Dela Torre. So if someone mentioned that name in gossip or rumors within the association, there wouldn't be any confusion.
They already knew who that person was.
Even if I wanted to hide or disappear into the floor, I couldn't. Every eye on the Dome was locked on me now. Claude still stood like a wall in front of me, but that didn't matter. The damage was done.
Commander Lan's shoulder tensed. He exhaled slowly and heavily while calculating the odds and contemplating what to do.
At least he wasn't straight out sacrificing me. Maybe he would try to bargain, or buy time until outside help arrived. But the 2nd Division of NSA was islands away; they could arrive in a few minutes, but who could say the clown and his minions wouldn't attack within that time?
