[ Peter shoots her a distracted smirk. ] Correction: We’re going through all this trouble for a million credits. Well, five hundred thousand each.
[ He’s examining the cube, the podium, and crouching to the floor to inspect the area immediately around it. Once he’s satisfied that there aren’t any traps, he rolls up the sleeve of his coat and slowly presses a hand into the force field; the action should’ve set off alarms, but the security system had been dead for a long time now. The field feels cold, slimy, and almost viscous against his skin, and it reminds him of being a kid in science class, when they did experiments with cornstarch mixed with water.
He can’t help cringing a little.
Soon, Peter plucks the datacube out and gives it a shake – and it really is as big as six-sided die – before he tosses it to Abbie with an easy grin. ]
Easy-peasy lemon squeezy. Time to live a life of modest luxury, Lieutenant.
no subject
[ He’s examining the cube, the podium, and crouching to the floor to inspect the area immediately around it. Once he’s satisfied that there aren’t any traps, he rolls up the sleeve of his coat and slowly presses a hand into the force field; the action should’ve set off alarms, but the security system had been dead for a long time now. The field feels cold, slimy, and almost viscous against his skin, and it reminds him of being a kid in science class, when they did experiments with cornstarch mixed with water.
He can’t help cringing a little.
Soon, Peter plucks the datacube out and gives it a shake – and it really is as big as six-sided die – before he tosses it to Abbie with an easy grin. ]
Easy-peasy lemon squeezy. Time to live a life of modest luxury, Lieutenant.