An awkward tension fell between us.
“Sir,” the man said, reverting to his earlier terse formality. “You will relinquish Dr. Aretz into our custody. Furthermore, we have been ordered to take you and your companion into custody as well.” Even as he said it, the team around him leveled their weapons at me. “There’s no need to make this difficult.”
I sighed, reaching my synth arm up to scratch the back of my head. “You must not have gotten very good intel,” I replied to the man. “I always make things difficult. And this’ll be no different. Now!”
His neck tensed as he realized my meaning, and he triggered his weapon. But my buckler was already up. My arm quivered as it dropped round after round from the team before me, and I’ll admit that they were all well trained. It probably would have on
