The Fixer jams one hand against the wall panel, bleeding onto the cracked glass as the lockdown command confirms. Amber lights strobe over his face, and the remaining drone steadies in the air like it has found a pulse.
Its lens blooms red. The screech cuts straight through the generator room, and the bio-heart module in Clint Runner's hand starts to thrash in answer, hot and violent.
The Fixer
It is keyed to the broadcast. Good. That means it is mine again.
The Agent
Fixer, call it off. You are sealing us in.
The Fixer
Then stop standing in my way and give me the module.
The sector seals begin to drop with a hydraulic roar, cutting the doorway into narrowing bands of steel. The Wetware Engineer backs toward Clint Runner, watching the drone, the seals, and the trembling module for the first mistake.
Clint Runner
The module is syncing to the drone's signal.
Sever the bio-heart module's connection to the drone