with @praesparo, emily and james. ā so much for laying low.
"move. room on your left will take you to the stairwell." she's a blur at her computer station, monitors alive with movement and the faded sound of gunfire and yelling. she can see the action from multiple angles and multiple cameras, and emily jumps between each one to try and get the best view of james and his escape. the enemy swarms in from a small door at the leftmost corner of the space ā fortunately there's a lot of tables and chairs for james to use as cover, but it won't work for long. "they've got an alarm system, but i just remotely turned it off. i'll keep an eye on it and make sure someone doesn't turn it back on and send more guys your way." she's rapidly typing on her keyboard, hastily swapping between cameras, all while scanning the plans of the building for escape routes and other hostiles incoming. "get to the stairwell and go down two floors. you can lose them in the kitchens. it's not busy." the gunfire is loud through her earpiece, but her eyes see james on camera as he holds his own ā no injuries yet. knock on wood. she raps her knuckles on her desktop. "get moving, james! i can silence an alarm, but i can't stop them from hearing gunfire nearby! you have to move!"
