we're always running scared but holding knives
Remi writhes and Susan takes notes, as any good scientist ought to. She's not really interested in whatever lie he has to tell her (because for what it's worth, she pretty much believes what he's said to begin with, but it's amazing what someone will admit to in order to feel better), but the effects of this new medicine are potent to say the least. Reaching out, she turns the plunger back ever so slowly, humming out a breath and putting down her clipboard.
"And how about now? What happened with the boy?" she asks - which, of course, is exactly when the reinforced doors clack open their metal bolts and swing open.
"No one authorised this," Isla is snapping as she sweeps inside, her hair half loose from her bun, the sleeves of her white coat haphazardly shoved to the elbows. Behind her, out in the science wing, there's a scuffle going on, and... well, the next time Remi and Ronin see each other, the Hunter will be a little worse for wear. (He's got nothing on his partner, though).
"And how about now? What happened with the boy?" she asks - which, of course, is exactly when the reinforced doors clack open their metal bolts and swing open.
"No one authorised this," Isla is snapping as she sweeps inside, her hair half loose from her bun, the sleeves of her white coat haphazardly shoved to the elbows. Behind her, out in the science wing, there's a scuffle going on, and... well, the next time Remi and Ronin see each other, the Hunter will be a little worse for wear. (He's got nothing on his partner, though).
Isla
