“Can we get audio on this?” Ian McGregor asked.
In a small office on the east side of Munich, McGregor stood shoulder to shoulder with Grissom Montag. Sitting in front of them, one of Montag’s security personnel was fiddling with the audio controls on a thirty-two inch LCD screen.
The three were watching the security footage of Vanguard’s intrusion into Montag’s house.
“Thanks,” McGregor said as sound began emanating from the speakers alongside the screen.
”I’m like… a hub…” one of the figures on screen said.
“That’s one’s funny looking,” Montag said, pointing at Icarus Sidewinder. McGregor raised his finger to his mouth, urging Montag to be quiet.
On the screen, Icarus held a hand to his ear, moving it slowly back and forth and mimicking a headset. "Remember how, on our way up here, I could... hear things? See things?"
“Interesting…” McGregor whispered.
“That’s just creepy,” Montag said.
“Indeed,” McGregor replied.
“You’re telling me he can sense information… but he didn’t know he was being filmed?”
“I get the impression that they’re finding themselves recently… altered. I don’t think he’s in full command of his abilities. Yet,” McGregor explained. “Okay, now that’s interesting,” He added, pointing at the screen.
“What?”
“The shiny one.”
On screen, Ozzy Baxter had his hands planted against the burning stove. He didn’t even seem to notice the flames pressed right against his hands.
“And that one looks straight at him,” Montag said, pointing at Victor. “Isn’t he supposed to be blind?”
McGregor stared silently at the onscreen appearance of Victor Reilly. “Yes.”
McGregor kept his gaze fixed firmly on Reilly.
“What? Something familiar about that one?” Montag asked.
“Maybe.”
