“Desdemona and her team are dead, Father.” Ash lied through her teeth. And incidentally, her helmet.
“I wish you wouldn’t wear that thing in here, Mother,” Shaun said. 535 more words
The bed was all white, like everything in the Institute. Machinery crept up the sides and over the top, maintaining Shaun’s bodily functions. His heath had been on the decline for some time, and he’d named Ash his successor, pending her proving her loyalty to the Institute’s mission. 550 more words