“Trapped?” Brock
asks sharply, “How do you mean trapped?”
“This place,” Tulip
replies, “This Facility, it's a prison for Agents of the Forest.”
“I still won,” Fox
dances.
“Shut up about
winning,” Wren screams at him, “Or I'll peck your bloody eyes
out.”
“A prison?” Brock
asks, “Who would build such a thing?”
“Apparently the Weave
has its' own agents in the Warp,” Tulip replies, “And they're
dedicated enough to build a remote prison like this.”
“Can't we tell the
Forest?” Brock asks, “Warn them in some way?”
“I was just saying,”
Fox comes to a stand still, shoulders slumped with disappointment.
“Tell them how?”
Tulip asks, “Nothing comes in but the agent themselves.”
