Roy held a sentinelâs skull up to his face, rotating it in his hand slowly whilst he closely studied it âSomeone was controlling themâ someone could see what they were seeingâŠI feel as if we were played with and when the personâ or people, had enough fun they left us with the hologramsâŠhey these things should have GPS fitted in them somewhere right? Canât we track them back to their source?â
Quill eyed the robot head with a sense of confusion and curiosity. Those things had come out of nowhere and it still played on his mind that they knew exactly where everyone was at one time. They were being watched, that was for sure. âYeah, man, I think so,â Quill shrugged. It was usually his friend Rocket that was good with that stuff. âWe could take it to the lab and see if someone can dismantle it? I donât want to touch that shit.â



















