Robyn caught her wallet, fearful of this new character, who calls himself the White Hunter, who wanted to know about the vault. The vault's location is supposed to be kept a well a guarded secret. To tell him would be surely foolish. She barley knew him, yet somehow trusted him. He did save her, and seemed to be of good intentions.
She ground her teeth in frustration. If only she could read this mans mind. Somehow- somehow his very will was stopping her from entering his well- armored mind.
She could see Trevor from the edge of her vision. He was looking at this new man with interest, sizing him up. Trevor himself was a stranger, but as she scanned her new memories from her diseased oracle and friend, she found she knew more of Trevor than she had previously thought.
"Robyn. You don't trust me, I can see it. The vault's location is vital to my organization and our cause." I told her, in a soft voice. "Scan your memories and find the location. Give them to me. You can trust me. I will help you against Them."
"I can't see your mind. Who are you?" Robyn queried, regaining her composure.
"I told you who I am. I belong to the Organization. You know us. You can't read my mind because of this. " I lifted my hand and a white glow surrounded it. "But I can see yours." He winked.
Robyn knew the Organization. She could trust this man.
"Robyn! What's going on! What's this organization?" Trevor asked Robyn.
"I'll tell you later." Robyn answered, and information was passed on to me. I now knew.
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