@sayitan : warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. / but make it nightshade!neteyam 👀 | actions speak louder than words ( always accepting this one )᠂ ⚘ ˚
“Stand down. It's alright.” A warble of an order tumbles out but it’s enough to halt a fellow researcher who bravely stepped forward when the knife’s edge found the director’s long neck. How this single blue evaded the security perimeter of the research site, taking out all SecOps personnel including an AMP, and half a dozen soldiers, leaves those huddled up in the central lab baffled. But not Brianne. The intel on this vigilante cutting the throats of all who cross his path is pervasive enough to take notice. He appears a lot younger than she expected, however.
The feel of the sharpened river crystal at her throat only lessens her resolve to hold her frightened gaze on his cold stare. There's nothing about her tall recom form that gives strength to feel anything but powerless in this situation. And perhaps more so if he views such bodies as even more dispendable.
“You’re him, aren’t you? The one the soldiers tell stories of.” Nightshade, they dubbed him, deadly and elusive.
“Please. We are unarmed. We are not fighters. Astrid, please translate this for me.” Brianne’s Na’vi is legible, but Astrid’s holds clearer pronunciation. There can be no miscommunication in this situation. The lab head concedes, lifting her palms where they froze, pressed against the lab station; she almost made it to the internal comm-unit to call for backup. Her translation starts, Brianne continues with strained resolve, her ears pathetically pinned back. “We are scientists. We mean no harm.”
