"Lower the gun," Gabriel ground out, stepping towards Elijah.
His voice was so low that Kant almost didn't recognize it. He scanned Gabriel, trying to understand where the sudden confrontational confidence had come from.
"You're crossing the line, for heaven's sake!" Gabriel insisted, gesturing at the boxes with scopolamine. "Opening fire in such a place! Are you out of your mind?"
Kant frowned. That stance. That way of speaking. No— He almost shook his head. No way.
A strange glint flashed in Gabriel's eyes and his fists clenched. The lights flickered dangerously when he raised his voice.
"YOU DARE DISOBEY ME?!"
The shout echoed in different voices, like a haunted record.
That got Elijah to back off. He cursed, shoved his gun into the waistband of his jeans, and pushed past Kant to the other side of the room. "This is not over."
Kant gaped at the possessed Gabriel, trying to figure out how to approach him. He waited for the flickering to cease and the others to scatter.
