Delta is wrapped deeply in the suit's programming by now, fuelling it, being fuelled by it. And it links into Charon's systems too, so many files, so many secret buried things, the details of what they'd done to find Carolina and bring her on board, of what they'd done to get Wash out of Freelancer and ensure his loyalty. It's all there, it's all there and why shouldn't he be vicious when they were torn apart and broken down and locked up?!

The alarm had woken Wash when it went off. An attack. He was still fuzzy-headed, feeling sick, his mind still processing the programming that had been forced into him. But he pulled on his armour and... his helmet was gone. York was gone and...

The call from the door has him raising his sidearm and staring, wide-eyed. "Maine..." No, Maine was dead. He'd been killed, and he hadn't been him for a lot longer than that. This is...

"York." He keeps his gun aimed.