Dane
Pleased with himself for thinking of the gift he stopped to get for Lila, Dane arrived at John's "office" brimming with nervous tension. But, as usual, John's dry and completely unflappable way of addressing everything Dane threw at him, helped him calm. Even John was rocked back on his heels when he heard what Dane wanted to do though.
"You're certain you want to try this?" he asked for the fourth time in the past hour.
Dane gave him a flat look and they both moved on.
"I think our best bet will be the explosive plastics. They're definitely designed for that kind of—"
John's thought was interrupted by Dane's phone sending up a shrill and insistent ringing, the screen glowing red.
"Fuck," Dane snapped, picking up the phone and reading it intently.
CODE RED.
CLIENT MISSING.
ALL NON-VITAL STAFF TO HQ IMMEDIATELY.
