Chapter 23

Yes, this was what he kept telling himself. But this didn’t stop him from wanting to get a look at this agent’s eyes, to see if they were blue. It wouldn’t really prove anything even if they were, but he still wanted to see if Seven had been telling the truth.

So what if he could tell Seven apart from the rest? All that meant was that he knew which specific agent was trying to kill him this week.

Stupid, stupid Fox. This wasn’t a game of how-close-can-you-get-to-the-agent; it was real. If he got caught, he’d be in serious, IRL trouble. Who knows what would happen to him, because no one heard from captured people ever again, at least not as their previous Cerebrum alias.

He kind of wished he was a fighter now, because all this running and avoiding annoyed him. The agent couldn’t quite catch him, but Fox still couldn’t shake him. It was a stalemate, of sorts.