But he also knew that if those millions of Sanitizers finished wiping out the prisoners, they would immediately turn their glowing, faceless heads toward the black glass mountain. He didn't want to fight a million Level 90 security guards while trying to walk across a narrow bridge of light.
He needed a distraction. A massive, server-lagging distraction.
"You know, Princess," Sebastian said, his voice dropping into a dark, metallic hum. "I really hate it when upper management brings in scabs to break up a union strike."
He let go of Valerie's hand for a split second. He slammed both of his black-gloved palms together, interlacing his fingers.
"System," Sebastian commanded.
*BING!*
His green, corrupted Administrator UI expanded across his vision, forcefully pushing the red warning screens out of the way. He bypassed his massive, apocalyptic combat laws. He didn't need a black hole. He needed hardware.
