Lyra arrived at the lab, and even before she got to the door, the noise inside hit her. It sounded like chaos.
A voice boomed, "When are you all moving out?"
The guy wasn't someone Lyra recognized. He was furious, pounding the table so hard it echoed. "You think I don't know you're still tinkering with that useless gadget? The equipment's busted now. Let's see what you'll do about it!"
Sorren, with a smirk, shot back, "Feeling proud, huh? Don't act like I don't know who wrecked it. You don't want to mess up with me."
"Oh, so you're gonna hit me or what? Go ahead. Just remember, this isn't Voidstar. The patrols here don't mess around!" The landlord leaned in close, daring Sorren to make a move.
But before anyone could blink, a green strap whipped across the room, smacking the landlord so hard he staggered back.
Sorren's expression shifted from shock to satisfaction as he watched.
