Wait a minute. Did he just see that viin Specter''s face fall off, only to be reced by Ms. Payne''s?


    He had to be seeing things. Flint squeezed his eyes shut, rubbed them for good measure, and opened them again.


    "Holy crap!" he yelped, stumbling back a few steps. He grabbed onto Felton, who was just as dumbfounded but slightly moreposed.


    “Felton, Felton, I think something''s wrong with my eyes,” he whispered. “I just saw Specter turn into Ms. Payne. Do you think I''m so stressed out that I''m losing my mind?"


    Felton was wondering the exact same thing. He''d already blinked countless times, but guess what? Specter was still Ms. Payne.


    "It''s not just you," Felton said, quietly inching away from Shanley. His voice was raw. "I think there''s something wrong with my eyes too."


    “Is there a possibility—and I''m just spitballing here..." Flint swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. “That Specter is Ms. Payne, and Ms. Payne is Specter?”


    Felton''s head whipped toward Flint. Although he felt the "possibility" was terrifyingly high, he didn''t dare let himself think about it. If Ms. Payne really was Specter, he couldn''t imagine what would happen next.


    The two men locked eyes, then simultaneously nced at their boss, whose expression was even more horrified than theirs. Their gazes were filled with pity.


    Damn it. Maybe the two of them should just make a run for it. Otherwise... Ms. Payne was going to kill them both, wasn''t she?


    Shanley stared at the familiar face before him, then down at the mask in his hand. He looked back and forth between the mask and the girl who had been a man just moments ago. His mind was inplete disarray, his features contorted with confusion.


    "You—” Shanley stood frozen, all his previous arrogancepletely gone. He looked more shocked than if he''d just seen Jesus Christ resurrected.


    Juniper hadn''t expected her cover to be blown so quickly; she hadn''t had enough time to "y" with him. Her face fell as she shot a cool,


    different nce at Shanley. She ignored him, instead addressing the people behind him. "Lue, get over here!"


    Sarcasm


    "Oh, I don''t think so, Juniper," Lue called from the deck, her chin held high and her voice dripping with After all, the leader of Sigma Network was just about to send me to a watery grave. I''m terrified!”


    Lue? Shanley''s head snapped around just in time to see that Lue''s mask had also fallen off at some point, revealing a face that was both familiar and deeply annoying to him.


    It really was Lue. Juniper..... Lue... They were both from Subterra Vanguard?


    "You..." Shanley took a cautious step forward, his eyes fixed on Juniper as he asked tentatively, “Juniper... you''re Specter?”


    "Who else?" Juniper leaned against


    the wall, slowly unzipping her tactical jacket. The choke marks on her fair skin stood out in stark, angry red maybe I should pull my hair


    back and let the leader of Sigma Network see the scar on my head." Cóntent


    She gave a cold, contemptuous smirk. "It was your masterpiece from three years


    ago, after all. Your aim was impable. You almost killed me."


    Her words left Shanley utterly stunned, his face a mask of pure shock. Very few people knew about the time he''d shot Specter in the head three years ago. Moreover, Juniper had pointed to the exact location of the wound.


    So it was true. Juniper and Specter were the same person. She was the leader of Subterra Vanguard. No wonder she despised Cybeic Shadows so much.


    Juniper''s gaze shifted to Felton and Flint. “Well?” she asked coldly. "Do I need to personally ask you to untie Lue?"


    "No!" Felton and Flint shook their heads frantically, rushing forward so fast they collided with each other.