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Sairyn was becoming increasingly fidgety as he watched the drone telemetry and listened to the commentary from warehouse investigation. He flinched when Alex came into the lab, and drummed his fingers on the workbench for a long few moments as he observed the man with a note of new suspicion. He clucked his tongue thoughtfully and Volta dissolved out of his other hand with a hiss.

He'd need a bigger gun for that anyway.

He'd already come to a pretty well realized conclusion based on the data that had come through to his array of slates floating above the workbench. It was all being downloaded to an encrypted thumb drive which would get spirited away to the Emporia where nobody but him could touch it. Insurance. The question was WHY? Just to flaunt their power over him?

He couldn't let them find out that he knew though or... his eyes flicked to Silver Fang's damaged suit components, then to Jemma and Alex. He swallowed dryly and then cleared his throat softly, materializing the special phone into one hand and tapping out a message on it discretely before letting it vanish back into his temporary pocket. Even highly sophisticated government shenanigans wouldn't be able to spy on that message, though... it wouldn't keep them from knowing he sent it, just not what and to whom.

"Feeling better then?" He chirped to Jemma with a smile on his face. Best not to involve them yet. "I was afraid I may have made you sick," he said with a note of relief.

Elsewhere, a certain someone's phone chirped. Not their usual phone: the phone that only reached one number.