The voice continued:
"If over 60% of you identify the wildcard correctly, the wildcard will be eliminated. But if more than 60% of you are wrong… then those who guessed wrong will face the consequences."
But I swear, the tension now was worse than any trigger pull.
Zaara leaned toward me. "What does that even mean? A wildcard? Like a mole?"
"I guess so," I muttered, eyes scanning the others. "But someone in here is playing for the other side."
The next 72 hours would be nothing but whispers and paranoia.
A clock ticked to life on the wall—72:00:00 and counting down in red, bold digits.
Zaara turned to me again. "This is insane. How are we supposed to know who it is?"
One of us.
The voice hadn't said anything about someone being forced to do it. Which meant… whoever the wildcard was, they were willing. They chose to work with the Aetherions.
And now we had three fucking days to figure out who the hell that was.
