The heavy silence of the loading bay was broken by the sharp click of boots on concrete. Veronica strode in, her hair slightly disheveled but her eyes sharp with annoyance. She was wrapped in a dark robe over her sleep clothes.
"Would someone care to explain," she drawled, her voice slicing through the focused tension, "who has the monumental lack of consideration to schedule an assassination attempt and interrogation in the middle of the damn night?"
Emma, who was already circling the trapped Ghost with predatory curiosity, grinned. "You missed all the fun."
Veronica shot her a withering look. "Fun. I was having a lovely dream about a world without incessant, yapping noise. Forgive me for prioritizing beauty sleep over your idea of 'fun'."
Beatrix, now looking more composed though her lips were still noticeably swollen, adjusted her glasses. "The 'fun' is a high-priority Arbiter asset, currently immobilized. The intelligence value is potentially extreme."
