LUCAS
The fabric of my shirt slides over my skin as I dress, keeping an eye on our unexpected guest. Pip huddles against a tree, her small frame almost disappearing into the shadows. Her purple hair stands out against the white snow, making her look even more like a lost child than she already does.
"You mentioned clearance levels." Vester's tone stays gentle, but I catch the sharp edge underneath. "How many are there?"
Pip pulls her knees closer to her chest. "I can't tell you that."
"We're on the same side here." Vester crouches in front of her, maintaining a respectful distance. "Fighting against the New Order."
"Maybe." Her chains jingle as she shifts. "But that doesn't mean I can share everything."
My boots crunch in the snow as I approach them. "Loyalty is admirable, but it can get you killed if misplaced."
