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Date: 2021-05-16 02:44 am (UTC)It's fine; they'd planned for this. She carries the locked briefcase containing prototype and plans and follows Gray down the stairs as sirens blare and the sounds of fighting escalate.
"You are quite well prepared," she comments to Gray as he holds open a door for her. It leads to a basement level with an unobtrusive exit; too bad for Gray they've already tagged this way out as one of their own exit strategies. T'Challa and the others will –
Gray makes a strange choking sound and collapses, and she nearly trips over him before she realizes what's happening.
"Ms. Kruhl," comes the smooth, high tenor, and Kwan steps from the shadows, his two guards in tow. One has already shot Marcus. She can't see if he's alive or not, but the main problem right now is this:
Kwan and his men are between them and the exit. "I can see you're in a rush," he continues. "But I really must insist you take a moment to consider the business opportunity I'm about to present to you."
"I think not," she says, tightly, and doesn't even glance at Steve. "Ryan?"