“What’s that?” she asked, voice quiet, although volume made no difference. Her message was lost among all the chat data flowing in the room.
“Government,” he answered. “They don’t even have ID markers.”
It was true, they didn’t. The space above and to the right of their heads that usually displayed ID numbers was empty. Even Fox couldn’t completely erase his.
“What are they doing here?” she asked, and some people nearby turned to look as well.
As soon as people began noticing them, the question popped up again and again until it spread throughout the room. Within moments, all five agents were highlighted as the data in the room fell silent except for the repeating question: What are they doing here?
The first person to try and leave the chat bounced directly back in, revealing to all assembled that the agents had blocked their retreat, locking them in the domain.
“I can’t get out.”