"IT ACTUALLY WORKS!" Finch yelled, sounding just as bewildered as everyone else. "Theodore, it works! Note it down that it works! Never mind, I will file the paperwork myself as you are busy right now, but this is definitely worth a triple promotion!"
He wasn't entirely sure how long the mouse centered disruption would hold. His legs felt like jelly, his glasses were completely fogged with cold sweat, and he possessed the combat experience of a pocket calculator.
But in a highly dramatic, incredibly noisy fashion that completely contradicted his own survival instincts, the banker and his mouse kept the golden network pulled tight.
The Platinum beast continued to thrash and shriek, completely stripped of its energy flow and unable to strike, while Finch frantically dragged Klein by the collar out of the danger zone.
