[b]”Easy there, girl. I’m not gonna do anything to you. Or your mom.”[/b]

Lyre remained standing in the dark, leathery cave. Though she couldn’t see the director, she heard no indication of movement from him. [color=89cff5][i]So he’s still standing by the door. And he sounds pretty calm for someone standing in the presence of an upset bioweapon.[/i][/color]

More calm than Lyre was in a similar situation.

[color=89cff5][b]”No. But when I told you I had everything under control, I meant it.”[/b][/color] Her arms itched to squeeze the pillow lying just outside of Tyssa's protective embrace. She felt its absence like a sick person just ran out of medication. Her fingers traveled to her shirt instead, just rubbing the fabric on her fingertips. [color=89cff5][b]”Leave this up to me, Director,”[/b][/color] Lyre said in her same cool tone.