395 What Comes Next?

“And so the Morgans have fallen,” Rina sighed.

“How did you think things would go down?” Aron asked as he walked beside her down the long hallway in one of the Cube’s deepest subbasements.

“I don’t really know. One of the many ways I’d pictured it was in some dramatic shootout between you and them, but... I never once imagined their whole family would go down like fruit being plucked from a tree,” she said.

“Well, the world does have a way of surprising us, I suppose.” Aron grinned at Rina, then they both laughed. “By the way, have you heard anything from your father lately?”

“Yes, actually. He contacted me to tell me to run as fast as possible before the nukes. He said he’d tried his best, but there was already a war and there was nothing he could do,” she answered. She would never hide anything from him, and honestly didn’t believe she would ever even be tempted to.

“Do you think he really tried to stop it?”