Two hours earlier, Kai had retreated to this sanctuary in a state of fury.
The image of Adam Reynolds and that useless Omega leaping off the cliff remained burned into his retinas like a brand.
He had spent the first twenty minutes pacing the length of the room, his breath coming in jagged hitches as he watched the monitors like a hawk.
He had seeded this forest with hundreds of hidden cameras, and it had taken his men nearly half an hour to relocate the pair.
When he finally saw them shivering on a distant bank, he had felt a surge of predatory joy.
He had begun to organize his men, intending to hunt them down like dogs and finally finish what he had started in the capital, feeling joy thinking he can finally get rid of Adam and Noah now.
