The elderly men do not resist as James separates them. At his self-introduction, however, a flicker of alarm passes across the standing subject's face. It's so quick that James would miss it if he weren't so intent on the interrogation. Miss it before it hardens into defiance. "
You're outside your jurisdiction, Special Agent," he growls. He squints at James' face, then adds softly in heavily-accented Korean, "
Neo domabaem wang-i aniya. Geulaedo domabaem gisailjido molla."
Behind him, the wheelchair rolls back into view and executes a precise ninety-degree turn, bringing its occupant to face Grey Cell again. The man in the chair slouches to the right and a trickle of blood runs from his nostril, but his eyes are alert and angry.
Hannah twitches as an electric sensation crackles through her head. An instant later, there's a
tick audible to everyone as...
something... happens in the air between James and the standing man. A puff of momentary breeze ruffles James' hair.
To Hannah's senses - it's more a sense in her visual cortex than anything she sees with her eyes - a silvery-blue lattice materializes, spanning the hallway with interlinked hexagonal cells no more than a quarter-inch across. There's none of the searing near-painful actinic purple she's perceived from the space dwarves' powers. This manifestation thrums with power, but it's almost something she can reach out and manipulate herself.
The man in the wheelchair rotates his left hand upward. Held between his thumb and forefinger is a two-inch dodecagon of dark jade. To Hannah's inner sight, it pulses with the same power - and its holder's eyes glow with it, too.
"
Need to go, Mark," the man in the wheelchair slurs. Then his eyes fix on Hannah. Dart to Cooper. Back to Hannah. His anger fades into something halfway between suspicion and wonder. "
Belay that. Young lady, who sent you down here?"
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And you're no lizard king. You may be a lizard knight, though.