Mason heaved a sigh of relief as they dragged him away.Never had anyone try to cut my head off like that before. The thought sent a shiver of dread down his spine.“Why didn’t he see you?” He whispered as quietly as possible to avoid detection in this fort full of people with superhuman hearing.“I can make myself any color I want.” Bee replied into his ear. It still felt weird having people he couldn’t see all around him, whispering in his ear and peering through his eyes, but he’d get caught quick if he showed any reaction so he muscled down the goosebumps.Mason took a deep breath and focused on his mission.Priority #1: Find out where Caddock had stashed his cursemongers.Priority #2: Find out what kind of ambush Caddock was planning on creating.Priority#3: Cause as much damage as possible.“Alright, this way.” The tired-looking Climber brought Mason up short in front of a doorway carved into the sandstone.Mason was marched down a stone staircase, the Charge-draining chains clinking on the stone steps behind him.A moment later they were in a surprisingly well-appointed office, with a thin man sitting beside an inkwell and a stack of papers.A Contractor.“Sit there, please.” The thin clerk said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.“Don’t try nothin’.” Mason’s guard said, putting a firm hand on his shoulder as he sat.“Name?”“Mason Lanover.”The man’s eyes flickered blue, as some kind of Truth-telling Ability or Relic must’ve informed him that Mason was telling the truth.“Alright Mason, before we start,” The man said with a bored expression, adjusting his glasses as he read off a list. “…do you have any concealed weapons or delay-triggered Abilities that might cause us harm, hidden drugs, consumeables, Allies waiting for a signal, retributive curses, or any general plans to violate a peaceful surrender?”“…Yes.” (...)