Oh lord, Bradley! Bradley, are you there? The situation is getting out of hand here.
“Yes, Sion. What’s happened?”
Killer’s superior has arrived.
“How is this affecting Killer?”
He’s happy as a lark, and fully awake. I’d gotten as far as his letting me have a probe wandering around his innards, and I’ve found a way to keep the humans in supply, but I haven’t convinced him I am a Coordinator. Now that a real Coordinator is coming, it’s out of the question—I’ll be lucky if I’m alive two days from now.
“Sounds like it’s time for another personality change, Sion, but I’m not sure what to offer you.”
How about John Wayne, pilgrim; it feels like High Noon is just hours away.
“Somehow I think Zorro sounds more appropriate. You still have secrets to keep.”