The chatroom audience was still caught up in the thrill of Renee Morgan scoring points, and many were startled by the looks in their eyes.
[What's up with those two's eyes? Damn, I swear I saw the infamous killer vibe.]
[No doubt about it. They're out for Renee's blood.]
[If this weren't at the base, surrounded by hidden cameras, they wouldn't have let it slide like this.]
[Merrick Base is full of shady types, no better than Freyos Arena. With that intense aura, someone ought to check their records—bet there's bodies in their past.]
[Run, Morgan, RUN! If something really happens, by the time backup arrives, it'll be way too late.]
Jay Monroe pressed up against the corner suddenly broke cover, grabbing Renee Morgan and bolting.
The two behind kept their eyes locked on Renee's retreating figure.
Their clenched fists relaxed; they pulled out their comm units, ready to notify Kennedy...
Base match rules: If you get popped in the head and knocked out, all your resources vaporize.
