Each twin retrieved a weapon and then, taking opposite sides, they moved down into the corridor with the stealth of hunting cats in synchronous step. Waving in the utility drone, Roninn stepped back as the lid slid open to reveal the Dominators inside of it. "This has been a week of intense investigation." Roninn massaged his brow irritably. Run him back along the main access tunnel." You and your brother will go into the complex through the auxiliary maintenance corridors and flush him out. "My delicate beauty, I need that lovely nose of yours to find this hare. Roninn grinned impishly, showing two even rows of remarkably white teeth. Kogami saw the shudder of revulsion go through her as she slowly withdrew her arm. The Inspector took her hand and kissed it, dragging his lips across her fragrant skin. "Sir?" She stepped the rest of the way down the ramp to him. "Revenge for not getting a promotion." Roninn bowed his tall frame, putting an arm behind his back. "He deactivated the safety protocols on their home heating system, allowing a dangerous build up of carbon monoxide in the residence. "How'd he manage that?" Yemen asked with a frown. The father, the mother, and two children, aged 10 and 4." While they cannot come in, our prey cannot get out. "Which is why I've arranged for drones to be stationed at every possible entry or exit from this facility. "No scanners, no functional security measures," her brother added. "Not too difficult a feat in an abolitionist block," Kumi said. "And he has been lying low in this condemned section of the city to avoid detection." "Our quarry has gone to ground here," he said, highlighting a section of the map. Roninn activated his wristcom to bring up a digital blueprint of the subterranean complex. Kumi and Yemen held hands as they went to stand to his left, while Barabbas went right. The Inspector's flagrant arrogance stifled him, and the Enforcer found it difficult to breathe. Digging his finger nails into his palms, he struggled to contain his rage. Kogami aggressively shoved his hands into his pockets. Hunting the Hare is a personal favorite." He curtly snapped his fingers and pointed to the space at the bottom of the wagon ramp in front of him. Along the cover and out at the back! Now they've lost him and now they're finding him, now he's winding 'em round by the stack!"įlipping the long hair from his forehead to the back his head, Roninn took a deep breath and exhaled. "O the yelping of the hounds, the skelping. Smiling with a sardonic pleasure at the severe cacophony of notes, he permitted the music to play from his wristcom and echo for drift down into the confines of the underground service tunnels beneath the Toshiba HVAC Building. Rhythmically, Inspector Roninn swayed to the harsh, brassy noise of a huntsman's horn.
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