In the lab, Arik looked sideways, straight into the gun’s muzzle. “A toy gun?” he scoffed.
Lindsay used the gun barrel to swing at Arik’s temple, sending him staggering back and almost causing him to pass out.
“It’s plastic, designed for me to pass the shield. But I can guarantee you it’s not a toy. I suggest you not try my temper again.” Lindsay grinned crookedly and brandished the gun. “Now put the jar down.”
“No.”
Lindsay pointed the gun at Arik’s leg, but before he could shoot, Arik wagged a finger with his free hand.
“You’re smart enough to know who is holding a more dangerous weapon here. If I drop this jar, we’ll both die. So I suggest you not try my temper. I’m known to have one, if your memory is good.”
Arik raised an eyebrow in challenge. When Lindsay didn’t make a move, Ar
