It wasn't surprising. There was nothing shocking about it, as it was just too obvious that she wasn't alone. Like the fact that she had on the bulletproof vest and the gun strapped to her was the moment César knew for sure that the night would be long, and she wanted more than talking.
Why didn't you say anything?
[System: I hear through your ears and see through your eyes. You didn't upgrade anything, which means I can only warn you if it comes through you first.]
"Are you good, miss?" The agent's voice came as he looked at her, still pushing the gun to César's head.
"I'm good." Sirna answered, though she looked everything but good. Her eyes were red, her face pale, and moreover, every breath came with a sharp pain through her chest as her ribs were cracked, but she tried to ignore it, of course, she tried, as now she had the upper hand. "Still smiling, huh?"
