Still Alive

Fwishhh….

[Operations will be resumed once the pods are fixed.]

"Thanks, Brain."

Amon led Emir through the filtration chamber and met with a few security guards who wore all black, along with two trauma team respondents. 

It was pretty obvious that the principal wanted to keep things hush-hush, as he only called a few people to come in.

"Welcome back, Lord Amon, Professor Emir!"

They kneeled, hovering their dominant hands on their second hearts as the two approached.

Gesturing for them to stand, Amon commanded:

"Clean up the place, and one of you help the professor back to his room."

Raising a brow, Emir sarcastically asked:

"You treating me like an old man? I can take care of myself."

Disappearing from his position and reappearing in front of Emir, Amon flicked his pointing finger at his neck.

"Can you?"

Emir barely reacted to his threat, not even flinching or blinking his eyes.