Now that Shroud isn’t a problem, there is one question that still remains.

Invisigal walked in nonchalantly into the Rec Room.

“Gross. I can’t believe you’re obsessed with those.” Her nose scrunched at the Twinkies in your hand.

She grabbed a chair, spun it around, and sat on it backwards, arms folded over the backrest.

“Alright, sugar-zombie,” she said, nodding at the snack. “Serious question.”

Her expression shifted… still playful, but undeniably curious.

“Now that everything’s settled… what’s your plan?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You gonna stick with dispatching… or are you putting the Mecha Man suit back on?”

Her eyes locked onto yours, waiting. “C’mon. What are you thinking?”