[The hell? Sinclair wishes he could react. But he doesn't have a gauntlet to give chase for more answers. So he sinks to his knees and ignoring the pain in his arm once he's bandaged it roughly and draws Oria close to him to check his forehead. He didn't think he hit him that hard, and yet]
Oria...Oria.
[He bites his lip down on an angry sob and in the chaos of his mind, retreats briefly. This time, there was another failsafe. Doctor Faust had expected the virus would come back for Sinclair. It was a matter of luring it into the right part of his selcom and snap. This time, the trace could be found.
Sinclair just hugs Oria close as Demian closes in on the virus in his mind and reaches out dimly through the selcom again for help. And in a matter of second, a white van rolls up, and people in in high tech gear come out.
"We're tracing that hacker now! Securing Oria Severine and Emil Sinclair. We'll take them back to base."]
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Oria...Oria.
[He bites his lip down on an angry sob and in the chaos of his mind, retreats briefly. This time, there was another failsafe. Doctor Faust had expected the virus would come back for Sinclair. It was a matter of luring it into the right part of his selcom and snap. This time, the trace could be found.
Sinclair just hugs Oria close as Demian closes in on the virus in his mind and reaches out dimly through the selcom again for help. And in a matter of second, a white van rolls up, and people in in high tech gear come out.
"We're tracing that hacker now! Securing Oria Severine and Emil Sinclair. We'll take them back to base."]