“Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.” The gunfire kept distracting Nikola as he tried to fix the EMF’s generator.
“What do you mean, you can’t explain? I thought you were meant to be the Best Scientist Ever?”
“You have a very ugly tone when you talk like that, young William,” he growled. “Just shoot at them,” he added hastily, hissing when sparks bit him. The generator did not want to play nice.
Covertly, he saw Helen’s chosen shrug. However he felt about Zimmerman, Nikola had to admit he was eminently malleable.
Exactly how Helen liked them.