Memory Market
You slide your hand into your coat and withdraw the hidden shock baton, its blue energy sparking ominously. Holding it firmly, you level it at Lena and warn, "You’ve got one chance to explain yourself before things escalate."You make a deliberate motion of raising your hands in surrender and step back to ease the tension. "Lena, there’s no need for this to get out of hand. Let’s have a conversation and sort this out."A control panel near the door catches your attention, and you dash over to press the emergency lockdown button with force. Thick metal shutters crash down around the room, ensuring neither of you can leave.You lunge for the memory drive Lena had been focused on, grabbing it firmly before she can react. Holding it close, you make it clear that reclaiming it will require her to confront you directly.