Nichol, too, stood firmly in his place, one hand still in his jacket's pocket and seemingly calm, though very wary.
"Whatever it is, I'm not going to waste my time trying to find out." He reached back to get his Alligator - that was supposed to be strapped to him - when his hand reached for nothing but thin air. "What the-"
He looked behind his shoulder, lips parted and staring back at nothing but... a wall.
What the fuck. He had the goddamn weapon with him just a second ago. What had just happened?