"Humans," the woman says as she comprehends what is going on, an eyebrow raising in surprise. "How interesting."
The rest of your group slides into the room and closes the door.
"Privacy guard," the woman says. They all lower their guns except one man.
The man who spoke pulls something from his belt that looks a bit like a cell phone. But he pushes a button and sets it on the table.
You hear a
whop sound, and it feels like an air current has just blown past you.
"We are in a bubble now," the woman continues, "and cannot be heard." You can see a glimmer in the Matrix code extending about 10 feet out from the small device. "My name is FC 1567, Model DX 6