[Connor nods. He remembers the sensations. He remembers, too, arguing furiously while the gun came up in Hank Anderson's hand. Having just enough time to preconstruct the path of the bullet.]
...Let me know if you find out.
[His LED spins: yellow, blue as he reaches up, touching his shirt collar.]
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...Let me know if you find out.
[His LED spins: yellow, blue as he reaches up, touching his shirt collar.]
I'll do the same, naturally.