Drayvin retrieved a small, plastic ring from the case, holding it up to inspect it. “It’ll have to do,” they said. Before Rajel could ask, they were on their feet and coming up behind him. “Here.”
They slid the ring over Rajel’s head, fitting it over his eyes. It partially covered his ears, which wouldn’t do at all. He had to be able to hear. Whatever this thing was, it couldn’t be worth losing that sense.
Drayvin yanked the pistol out of his holster without so much as asking permission. Rajel’s irritation was reaching its breaking point. Any more of this, and he was going to snap. “No, no, that won’t do,” Drayvin said.
They returned to their metal briefcase, set the gun down and retrieved another one just like it. “You’ll be using this,” they said, shuffling over to Rajel and practical
