Chapter 12, everybody! In which we approach a very familiar chamber….

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There was a chamber up ahead.

"Should we go there?" she asked.

"All the other doors are locked," he said, rattling another doorknob. Nothing for it—they had to go that way.

Their test track supervisor had been eerily quiet. It seemed that the closer they got to that chamber, the deeper the silence became. Walking towards it became an ordeal….

They were taking smaller and smaller steps.

"This is silly," Willow hissed. "He's dead."

"Yes," Wilson noised.

But could something like him really truly die?

They neared the door—

And shoved it open, revealing the chamber's interior.

There were computer screens mounted on the walls, and keyboards lining the desks, a room with a button to the left, a red phone to their right—

The phone's line was cut.

But that was only a momentary distraction.

What kept his focus was the black cables that dominated the room. Dangling from the ceiling, running down the walls, snaking along the floor, pitch black cables an inch thick in diameter, all heading towards….

Well, you found me.

A man sitting on what looked like a throne.

I hope you're pleased with yourself, he said. All that running around and tearing up—you're in a world of trouble.

He was tall, from the looks of it—tall and thin. Very thin—Wilson could see his bone structure. He was pale, wearing a variation of the KVAS testing jumpsuit….

And the sclera of his eyes were black, making his yellow irises stand out.

So! He said, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. What do you have to say for yourself?

The way he moved was off somehow—like someone else was moving him. And the way he talked—his mouth was moving, it went with what he was saying, but it didn't sound like someone talking from across the room….

And when he moved, some of the cables had moved as well.

Well, I suppose there's nothing for it—I'm just going to have to kill you myself.

Wilson raised a shaking hand to push the door open—

And stopped.

"Just do it," Willow chided.

He swallowed and took a deep breath. He was being silly. He had helped to rid the world of their persecutor. He had done it….

But not alone.

He looked at her.

"We open this together."

She nodded, readied her portal gun; he did the same.

They shoved the doors open.