Julien felt his heart jump right into his throat the second that heavy chainsaw revved up in the laboratory.
His hands twitched at his sides, and his brain automatically connected to his infinite system inventory so he could pull out a weapon and shut this entire horror show down.
He was completely ready to throw his merchant cover away and start a fight right here in the middle of a heavily guarded military cult base.
"Stop it," Julien said, keeping his voice carefully controlled so he did not sound menacing but making sure the blonde woman heard his demand clearly over the loud engine noise.
She did not even look at him, her eyes glued to her digital writing pad, tapping her pen against the plastic casing with a totally blank expression.
"Please observe, Mr Julien," she replied, her tone empty of any empathy.
