Director Cox's fingers were pressing against his palm. Pressing so hard on a certain part of his palm, it looked like he was piercing it to bleed. After a while, the motion became deliberate, rhythmic, urgent. It looked like he was triggering some kind of concealed device.
The masked man seemed to notice, too.
The masked man's head turned toward the bound director even as they deflected another attack with brutal moves. But the group, even though they outnumbered him by three to one, was still pinned down by him and unable to break free.
Neville didn't know what he was thinking when he stepped forward, when a sonic round screamed through the air from somewhere to his left.
It struck Director Cox in the back of the head.
The man's fingers went still.
The masked man froze for a moment.
Neville could practically hear the annoyance of the masked man from where he was. The masked man exploded into motion.
The remaining attackers didn't stand a chance.
