A couple of days had passed since what happened at the Atlantic Theatre. Incident didn't even feel like the right word for it, not really. It sounded too small, too clean. What happened there had been a bit messier than that.
I'd gone there to help Theo and the others.
That part had been simple.
Everything after that had turned into the kind of mess that stuck to the inside of your head no matter how hard you tried to move on from it. We hadn't gotten everything done. Hell, not even close. People died. The Nexon Battery escaped our hands. Romero and the others had been on our backs the whole time, close enough that one wrong turn, one bad delay, one wrong move could've gotten all of us killed.
So yeah, things hadn't exactly gone well.
