Hyde suddenly stood. His voice towering to overcome the noise… and something in him starting to change… All eyes looked at him…
His complexion twisted unnaturally, becoming thinner and more refined… His cheekbones rose; the rigidity of his jaw dissipated… His voice, once so deep, turned higher: precise, sharp, decisive.
— Sergeant Brooke – she said-. I need you to find someone out there.
Brooke gulped.
— Aye, aye, sir… I mean… madame… Director? Who should I look for?
Hyde stared at him.
— Someone that knows how to lead over the ruins…