[Ivan's words silence the current conversation as easily as a mute button on a remote.
"Did -- did you hear something just now?" Summers asks.
"Yeah," Mills says. "But who...?"
Pao-Lin has paused in her texting, both curious and concerned (mostly the former) about Ivan speaking out of turn. He must really be upset, huh? As his handler, she should probably be chastising him for letting his emotions get in the way of their mission, but honestly Pao-Lin appreciates the change of pace from all this tedious listening and transcribing. Besides, they've learned enough to take action, she thinks. Though killing the anti-NEXTers is out of the question for the moment until she and Ivan can squeeze as much information out of them as possible. They do still have to go through Lane's drawers and pick up some paperwork, and experience has taught her that sometimes paperwork needs context from those in the know.
The man in question, meanwhile, has risen from his seat and started walking around, presumably to check all corners and crannies of his office for the source of the mysterious voice. That's what Pao-Lin is assuming, at least, since she can't see anything from inside the vase she's crammed in. And with the carpeted floors, Lane's footsteps are difficult to hear -- but not impossible.
Still, it catches her a little by surprise when Lane's face suddenly appears over the edge of the vase's opening. "You! Who are -- "
Pao-Lin flings her cell phone straight up, clocking Lane in the nose with it. A little less gracefully, she manages to pop her upper torso out of the vase just in time to slap an electrified palm to Lane's chest, temporarily paralyzing him. As he slumps to the floor, she pulls the rest of herself out and lands on Lane's back, her hand still crackling with lightning.
BANG!
A bullet embeds itself into the wall behind Lane's expensive desk.
A line of blood appears on Pao-Lin's cheek from where the bullet grazed it.
"I see we have a NEXT rat here," Summers snarls, a gun in her manicured hand. "I suppose you must be from Ouroboros?"
Pao-Lin only responds by lashing out at the woman with a bolt of lightning.
ZAP!
Summers yelps from the shock, dropping her weapon. Roth reaches inside her jacket for something, but before she can reveal the trick up her sleeve Pao-Lin grabs the edge of the table -- of Ivan -- and flips it in her direction.]
let's get some badassery up in here
"Did -- did you hear something just now?" Summers asks.
"Yeah," Mills says. "But who...?"
Pao-Lin has paused in her texting, both curious and concerned (mostly the former) about Ivan speaking out of turn. He must really be upset, huh? As his handler, she should probably be chastising him for letting his emotions get in the way of their mission, but honestly Pao-Lin appreciates the change of pace from all this tedious listening and transcribing. Besides, they've learned enough to take action, she thinks. Though killing the anti-NEXTers is out of the question for the moment until she and Ivan can squeeze as much information out of them as possible. They do still have to go through Lane's drawers and pick up some paperwork, and experience has taught her that sometimes paperwork needs context from those in the know.
The man in question, meanwhile, has risen from his seat and started walking around, presumably to check all corners and crannies of his office for the source of the mysterious voice. That's what Pao-Lin is assuming, at least, since she can't see anything from inside the vase she's crammed in. And with the carpeted floors, Lane's footsteps are difficult to hear -- but not impossible.
Still, it catches her a little by surprise when Lane's face suddenly appears over the edge of the vase's opening. "You! Who are -- "
Pao-Lin flings her cell phone straight up, clocking Lane in the nose with it. A little less gracefully, she manages to pop her upper torso out of the vase just in time to slap an electrified palm to Lane's chest, temporarily paralyzing him. As he slumps to the floor, she pulls the rest of herself out and lands on Lane's back, her hand still crackling with lightning.
BANG!
A bullet embeds itself into the wall behind Lane's expensive desk.
A line of blood appears on Pao-Lin's cheek from where the bullet grazed it.
"I see we have a NEXT rat here," Summers snarls, a gun in her manicured hand. "I suppose you must be from Ouroboros?"
Pao-Lin only responds by lashing out at the woman with a bolt of lightning.
ZAP!
Summers yelps from the shock, dropping her weapon. Roth reaches inside her jacket for something, but before she can reveal the trick up her sleeve Pao-Lin grabs the edge of the table -- of Ivan -- and flips it in her direction.]