'I need to do something!'
'And fast!'
Ghostwire's gray eyes narrowed in desperation.
He knew that the current stalemate in the battle royale would not last; his brain whirred. 'Once the first battle in this battle royale ends, the result will determine the outcome of the other battles'.
'Swain's battle will most likely end first… the rebels stand no chance before an Ascended… I have to do something, I must do something!'
As his brain whirred in thought, analyzing the current situation and evaluating his few options, he suddenly got an idea.
Desperate times calls for desperate measures.
Ghostwire turned his head and stared at the only other person who was in this cyber-lab with him with smoldering intensity, the F Rank NetRunner.
Feeling the crazy NetRunner's stare, Brad shuddered. 'Ah, f*ck shit, what now? I don't know anything!'
