Surprise, surprise, Tucker. Have an armored boot to the back of your neck, as Felix turned his head to call out over the thudding, pulsing noise of organic sludge around them.

Locus! Get your traitorous ass over here!

And into his hand spun the knife, as he turned to look down at Tucker. Now. If you're gonna be that way, I'll just have to leave you another little something to remember me by...


Locus heard the call. He shifted, started to rumble in that direction, the chains clinking together and the gear whirring as he started to follow. But enough of him was awake inside to fight back, to try and dig his heels in. Then, with a rasping noise, he hurled himself towards Felix and Tucker.

Time to deal with this once and for all.