Ronan had been through enough surreal moments, both in his dreams and while awake, that he wasn't too disturbed when the floor warped beneath him. Which was to say, his insides were churning and he'd balled his fists, braced for a fight, but he didn't make any embarrassing sounds. A good thing too, because there was nothing dangerous in the room before him. Well, there was nothing dangerous unless you were Ronan Lynch.
A table lay before him with a sign proclaiming "2 truths, 1 lie." An audience had already gathered for the upcoming game. When he looked at the person across from him, he turned to the drones and had just one thing to say.
"Fuck this. I don't lie."
The drones' stance changed from expectant to menacing. Ronan didn't show it, but he was impressed at how efficient and synchronous that change was.
g) corporate (property) restructuring
When the faceless guy dragged Ronan into a room and he came face to face with a drone wielding a bat, he braced himself. Instead the drone handed him the bat and gestured to the copiers.
"Really?" He looked the drones over and seeing nothing to indicate this was a trap, he hefted the bat. "My pleasure."
He started with a printer, swinging with a reckless abandon as he grit his teeth. His eyes lit up and his grimace more closely resembled a grin. To anyone witnessing the scene, there was no doubt that Ronan was in his element. That and he definitely had some issues to work out.
"Need me to save anything for you?" he called without caring who he addressed, the drones or anyone who happened to get stuck with him.
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Ronan had been through enough surreal moments, both in his dreams and while awake, that he wasn't too disturbed when the floor warped beneath him. Which was to say, his insides were churning and he'd balled his fists, braced for a fight, but he didn't make any embarrassing sounds. A good thing too, because there was nothing dangerous in the room before him. Well, there was nothing dangerous unless you were Ronan Lynch.
A table lay before him with a sign proclaiming "2 truths, 1 lie." An audience had already gathered for the upcoming game. When he looked at the person across from him, he turned to the drones and had just one thing to say.
"Fuck this. I don't lie."
The drones' stance changed from expectant to menacing. Ronan didn't show it, but he was impressed at how efficient and synchronous that change was.
g) corporate (property) restructuring
When the faceless guy dragged Ronan into a room and he came face to face with a drone wielding a bat, he braced himself. Instead the drone handed him the bat and gestured to the copiers.
"Really?" He looked the drones over and seeing nothing to indicate this was a trap, he hefted the bat. "My pleasure."
He started with a printer, swinging with a reckless abandon as he grit his teeth. His eyes lit up and his grimace more closely resembled a grin. To anyone witnessing the scene, there was no doubt that Ronan was in his element. That and he definitely had some issues to work out.
"Need me to save anything for you?" he called without caring who he addressed, the drones or anyone who happened to get stuck with him.