Are You Good For Anything At All?

"Fuck..." Jake exhaled, the staggering gravity of their predicament settling upon him like a yoke of stones. Each disjointed word from Cekt, each distortion of his formerly unflappable voice, struck him like a pebble skimming a tranquil pond, dispatching waves of unease through the still reservoir of his mind.

His heart drummed a rhythm of trepidation within his breast. The silence that followed the termination of their link was oppressive, descending upon him like the promise of an unsheathed blade.

With distortion and background noise making his mentor's voice choppy and protracted, Jake had struggled to parse Cekt's intended meaning. Yet, despite the challenges, he had finally pieced together the message.

There was no longer any room for doubt. His master had been ensnared in a trap. And a formidable one at that!