I narrow my eyes at Masken, who was comfortably lying to my face.
How have I never sensed this before? I was the only one Masken relaxed around, how did I never hear these dark thoughts? Did Voyna know that I could read minds, did he train Masken to shield her mind? Or was she just that good?
It was humiliating. Me, Android, a powerful cyborg with destructive potential and hidden mind reading abilities, couldn't sense the most dangerous mole in the Steel Fortress until it was pointed out in front of my face.
And now I have to hate my closest friend.
Masken and I have always been close. From the moment she staggered into the Fortress with blood pouring from her arm, we had been inseparable. The only reason I wasn't there when Helvete accused Masken of treason was that Rocket put me on a hunting party and Masken was just coming back from an important mission. Some people even joked about little kids with robot arms, to which I had to strictly remind them that although I don't look like it, I am a girl, and there was no romance between Masken and me. The laughs still went on, though. Whenever anyone said that around Masken, she made a fricken scary face that said, "I swear to all things holy, you'd better lock your door tonight because if you don't, I will slit your throat and watch the blood gurgle from your mouth with pleasure."
She isn't the most pleasant person, but I did quite like her. She has a crude sense of humor that has my sides splitting every day. We were pretty close.
Were. Past tense.
Now, according to Rocket, Helvete had a spaz-out moment and began to whisper random crap about Masken and her demise. I shiver at the thought of Masken dying, but then kick myself. According to Helvete, she's going to abandon me- er, us. Crap.
Ticked, more at myself than at Masken, I bark, "What do you know about Voyna?"
"I told you before, I don't work for him," she lies. Thoughts fly through her head- locations of bases, training sessions, moles in the Fortress. I would have to get to them later. "Android, you of all people would know that."
THE SHITBAG! Masken was trying to use me against my people, after all that I've done for her!
"Moles," I snap. "Names. Ranks. Their routes back. NOW."
Names carefully hidden in Masken's mind flicker through. Mae Welker, a council member, transmits plans through random soldiers through battles. A few more names flash through her mind but then stop with a mass of guilt. Me. She scowls at the floor. Sorry, Android.
I bite my lip, trying to think. Oh no. That's not a thought of treason. Just ignore it. IGNORE IT.
"I'm sorry," she mutters, still looking at the floor. "I should have told you earlier." She looks up at me, meets my unblinking eyes, and turns away, but not before I see the tears in her eyes. "I'M SORRY, OKAY? JUST STOP LOOKING AT ME!"
I take a step forward, Masken's guilty thoughts flooding my mind. She flinches back, and I open the door to her cell.
"Android, what the hell are you-"
I interrupt her with a hug. She stiffens up, apparently not used to public signs of affection. AFFECTION. I need to stop using that word.
I'm about a head taller than her, so her chin is jabbing painfully into my shoulder.
"You are a freaking idiot," I growl. "Now I have to report my best friend because of my stupid programming. So you'd better stop worshipping that idiot and make some friends around here."
I let go and slam the door, bolting down the hall. I couldn't cry, I just didn't have the ability to do so, but I could feel immensely terrible about something like a pit opened inside of me, and I was falling, falling, falling.
My hands clenched into fists. The only one I had put my trust into was the one that I shouldn't have.
I let out a scream. A cry of anger, fear, sadness.
I keep shouting until I burst into the clinic, where Helvete, Rocket, Prof, and Thorn were. Rocket was sick, and that's why I interrogated Masken.
"She's a traitor, through and through," I mutter, sitting down and rubbing my face. "Masken. A traitor. A mole."
"Woah." Prof rushes over and feels the back of my neck. "Android, you're overheating. You need an ice pack."
I grab a piece of paper and scribble down the names of the moles. I hand it to Rocket and run out of the room.
Dammit. Screw my life. I hate EVERYTHING.
I go all Iron Man and lift into the air, rockets on my palms and feet pushing me up. I don't want to see the Steel Fortress again.
I see one of Voyna's patrols below.
I fly down and load my cannon.
This was going to be delightful.