The room buzzed with activity. Morrigan leaned close to Siobhàn, their heads nearly touching as they huddled over a crumpled map of Jean-Claude's compound. Their whispers blended with the low hum of electronics and the click-clack of Aristotle's typing.
Across the room, Dr. Nakamura gesticulated wildly as he explained some genetic principle to Gwen. She nodded, pretending to listen, occasionally interjecting with a question or comment which Morrigan knows is bullshit.
Empty food containers and discarded energy drink cans littered every available surface. They'd been at this for hours, piecing together a plan to rescue Kazuo from that psychopath Jean-Claude's clutches.
