Chapter 9 By Green “So you’re the famous Frazer Maerd.” The four of us were all in the secret room. Eric sat on his bed, drinking a glass of water. Frazer leaned against one wall. Bluu also had a glass of water and glanced between Eric and Frazer. I stood by the door. “And you must be Eric Zhang of Sunside,” Frazer said. “But defected to Wang Group. I wonder why?” “Ask your sister,” Eric huffed. “We don’t exactly see eye to eye, as you can tell by what she did to me.” “Then we’re all in the same boat,” said Frazer. “I hope you’re down to go back because I need your help to infiltrate Sunside.” Frazer explained everything that had happened, from the raid at Wang Group headquarters to the antidote to the hostages that needed rescuing. “We think they also have Roshani,” Bluu added solemnly. Eric made a sharp inhale and closed his eyes, processing all the information in his head. Then he turned to me and said, “You were willing to take a risk on me with the antidote?” I shrugged. “Either that or it was to leave your silhouette vomiting in the Dreamworld. You seem like a risk-taker anyway. And you saved my life in the parking lot, remember?” “I guess I was right to cover your arse,” Eric said. “Because you’re going to be important in our infiltration. Can you isolate emotions in the Dreamworld?” “Um, no?” “Then start practicing.” It took the rest of the night and the next day to get the hang of it. At first, Bluu and Frazer were my “training dummies.” They would go to sleep, feeling a certain amplified emotion, and wander the Dreamworld for a while. Then I would enter and try to pinpoint a particular emotion that only one of them exhibited. It wasn’t the same as sensing silhouettes. These guys were real Dreamers who were fully conscious. It was like an ever-changing exam of true-false questions. We had to be careful to stay close to the building. Nighttime was the best time for Dreamers to be active in the Dreamworld. With all
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