The Myrmidons were closing in. Soon they would surround him, silver nets shooting out to catch him in their sticky tracery. Then a Winger would come to take him away. Back to the Dorms. Or…straight to the Meat Factory. Gold-Eye turned to face the Myrmidons and hefted his steel spike. ‘Kill me!’ he screamed at the tall shapes approaching through the fog. ‘Kill me!’