Celine has just willingly walked into a trap, and George is furious with her. But proud of the way she’d dispatched Ewan so quickly. He feels an odd pulling on his body, like strings. This was Ava’s puppeteering s**t that Richard had mentioned. He fights to remain still; he couldn’t let her use him to hurt her. He feels her confidence rubbing off on him.
He looks around the room; Fi is unconscious, but unharmed as far as he can tell. Sammy has a busted lip and seems out of it. Drugged maybe? He takes a deep breath, Wolfsbane. s**t! Nate is bleeding, but pulls himself to sitting, then crawls slowly towards Fi and Sammy. He links to Nate,
‘Trust her, I think she has a plan. I hope she does anyway. If s**t goes down, go for the Tweedle Dumb guy. I’m not sure how this is going to go down ye
