Dean arrived at the rally point not long after he received the message. There he found the first fireteam of his little militia, Phalanx-Alpha, surrounding a woman who looked only slightly intimidated.
When she saw Dean approaching, she stared directly into his visor. Her voice was cold and judgmental.
"So… You're the one who turned these boys into murderers? No wonder you hide your shame behind a mask."
Dean scoffed when he heard this. He had not expected to be the one interrogated. But he felt the need to correct the woman. Unbuckling the chin strap of his helmet, he placed it under his shoulder before removing his skullcap and balaclava beneath.
The woman's mouth fell agape when she saw his appearance, which was far from her expectations.
He was far younger than she had expected him to be. And there wasn't an ounce of cruelty on his face, only cold indifference. For whatever reason that made her more uncomfortable than if he looked like a villainous figure.
