"Nobody fucking moves."
In the moment when everyone was shocked by the bloody sight of the powerplant destruction, it was no one else but Dickins who managed to snap everyone back with a cold, perfectly pragmatic instruction.
For a moment, everyone held their breath as they raised their eyes to the man.
Maybe they expected some further orders? Or maybe it was just an instinctive attempt to find someone who could lead them through the mess they all found themselves in?
Down on all fours and still retching whatever acid was left in my stomach, I couldn't really care enough to bring my head up, not unless I wanted my nausea to grow even stronger.
"Somebody, get those two civilians out of here before they contaminate the crime scene any further!"
Wasting no time, Dickins issued further orders, no longer keeping up with the act of cooperating with me or Cassandra.
