It happens in an instant. Root shoots the lock off of the door and pushes her way into what should be Bela's warehouse, only it's a run of the mill apartment instead. And standing there with his gun pointed right at her is John an some woman she doesn't recognize.
Until now, the silence in her right ear had pushed her harder, a reminder of what they were fighting for, but now Root misses Her voice more than she has yet, knowing that she'd already have an abundance of information on all of this.
"John?" she says, and even though she eases her grip on the shotgun, she doesn't lower it. "What is this?"
They can't slow down yet. Not until they've made it back to the subway. And Root knows there's another task she should be handling, because they're never going to be able to decompress The Machine without enough processing power. Every second counts.
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Until now, the silence in her right ear had pushed her harder, a reminder of what they were fighting for, but now Root misses Her voice more than she has yet, knowing that she'd already have an abundance of information on all of this.
"John?" she says, and even though she eases her grip on the shotgun, she doesn't lower it. "What is this?"
They can't slow down yet. Not until they've made it back to the subway. And Root knows there's another task she should be handling, because they're never going to be able to decompress The Machine without enough processing power. Every second counts.