Unconsciously, Faust sat on the edges of the meeting between the top players.
A wide circle of nervous people surrounded Diego as he outlined a plan. Invading the Gate. It sounded mad to everyone there. They gave Faust strange looks, but none said anything directly to him.
I wouldn't mind a verbal spar.
Diego raised a black sphere of what looked like obsidian. "We'll arm you with… whatever Keane calls these—"
"Gap generators," Keane hissed from within the crowd.
"Whatever. You'll place these at the Gate generators and return through the gate before they detonate. We'll have three teams. Twenty of our best players with skills and Schema to handle any situation."
Someone raised a hand. A gloomy man with greasy black hair and pale green eyes. He wore a full set of grey armor, surprisingly. None of its pieces mismatched.
Did he get that as a single reward?
Diego nodded at the man, and he rose to speak.
