Listening, despite her intentions, Blue slowly went cold as the full implication of the fat snake's words sunk fully in. Horror stole over her like a shroud, cutting off her air and leaving her lungs empty. Horror gave way to terror, which turned into panic, which sent a surge of adrenaline coursing to her muscles.

Blue shrieked again, thrashing as hard as she possibly could in her restraints, and this time, she swore she felt just a bit of give in one of the shackles holding her wrists. She jerked harder, writhing and screaming in the raptor's piercing language, sending all of the techs scrambling in every direction.

But her flat, hateful and reptile gaze never left its intended victim: the paunchy shadow of Vic-fucking-Hoskins, still smirking back at her.