[Eighteen seconds. Hiro is painfully aware of both his time ticking away and of the pool cue digging into his ribs; he considers giving this up and making a break for it, but with Callaghan and both his wingmen between him and the door, he's not sure how far he'd get. He stays on the floor.
The microbots are still there - always there, lurking just out of range but reminding him they're waiting with the quiet rustle of metal parts folding geometrically over one another as they move. Eleven seconds. He stifles a whimper. People don't scare him as much as the microbots scare him; he made them, but they scare him.
Eight seconds. Start talking. faster.]
That's yours, too.
[A jerk of his head toward the envelope. One second. Zero. Time's up, twist the knife.]
Abigail, right?
[His shield lasts approximately three seconds longer than estimated, and then there's a beep as it powers down.]
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The microbots are still there - always there, lurking just out of range but reminding him they're waiting with the quiet rustle of metal parts folding geometrically over one another as they move. Eleven seconds. He stifles a whimper. People don't scare him as much as the microbots scare him; he made them, but they scare him.
Eight seconds. Start talking. faster.]
That's yours, too.
[A jerk of his head toward the envelope. One second. Zero. Time's up, twist the knife.]
Abigail, right?
[His shield lasts approximately three seconds longer than estimated, and then there's a beep as it powers down.]