"He might have been," Issan seemed to agree, but her expression spoke differently. The man attempted to press himself further into the wall, more excuses pouring from his mouth.
"But I've got intel, access! You need me! Please!" Issan frowned, disliking and uncaring toward the man's attitude. One slim hand lifted and squeezed; the man clutched at his chest, his body growing rigid. After a moment, he gasped, slid to the floor and remained motionless, his glassy eyes staring into nothing.
Issan turned to Gem, frowning slightly at the fact that she saw Glasya there. She pushed the thought from her mind. "Well this was a waste of time. Let's see ourselves out, shall we?"