Carson lifted his dragonoid, as did a few other Fortress four guards. But their weapons did not turn on Janet, like Elise wanted. Instead, they turned on Roy, his men and her.
Dr. Roy let out a long, frustrated sigh that seemed to deflate his entire chest. He looked at the strange weaponry the Fortress Four guards were carrying and then back at Hades.
"Mr. Quinn, look," Roy pleaded, his voice dropping to a low, urgent whisper. "Can we please speak somewhere more... private? Somewhere without a live audience?"
Hades didn't move an inch. He crossed his arms over his chest, his face turning into a mask of stone. "You can say whatever you have to say right here. If you think for a moment that I am letting Finch's man into my doors, you are not so smart. You and your people should not have made it to Westbrook in the first place."
