Arianna and Winters stared each other deep in the eyes and if one looked closely, they would see lightning shooting out from their eyes. This was no longer just Marcel's plan anymore, no, they both have converted it into a war.
Arianna asked her, "Let's say then, even if your..." She looked down at her finger, "great technical ring does work, how would that move the men out of the control room? I bet that didn't cross your mind." Her expression was smug, knowing that Winters had no answer for that.
But Winters replied to her, "Of course, that didn't cross my mind because that sounds like a 'you' problem. After all, I'm not the one slipping into the control room like a thief, I'll be behind the keyboard doing my magic," She made a typing gesture.
The smile was slapped off Arianna's face and her hands clenched into fists. This little bug was beginning to get under her skin and the best thing to do to a bug was to squash it beneath her feet.
