An earsplitting screech interrupted his train of thought, and he looked down to see his multi-tool blinking with the word “warning” spelled out in bright red letters. His own face popped up a moment later, filling the screen and captioned with the words “Suspect Extremely Dangerous.”
He turned to find the young man hunched over and staring at his multi-tool. A cold, stretched-out silence lasted for what felt like an eternity before the boy looked up and glared at him.
“Computer,” Slade barked. “Hostility protocol.”
A force-field appeared between the two of them, trapping the boy on the other side. However, that would only provide him with so much protection; it was only a matter of time before the lad tried to punch through the force-field with EMP rounds.
Slade turned a corner.
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