“Wha—” Tyler whispered, unsure of when and where this was.
His mind was trapped between reality and back at the compound. If it had not been for Lauren speaking to him, he might have remained in that state for hours.
“Do you see it?” Lauren repeated.
Lauren was a shapely buxom brunette that served as their technical adviser and operated the audio-visual equipment. At twenty-eight, she was the youngest of the group, and simultaneously the wisest. It took her all of five minutes to friend-zone them both on the spot.
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