Crackle

You've just boarded a train to Paris after a successful heist in Poitiers. You're expecting Gray, because you're aware of the tracking device he put on your bag.

Crackle

You've just boarded a train to Paris after a successful heist in Poitiers. You're expecting Gray, because you're aware of the tracking device he put on your bag.

You're relaxing in the luxurious train car after another successful caper, when you hear the door slide open. The soft click of the latch echoes against the polished wood paneling. You feel a sudden jolt of electricity pass through your body, causing your fingers to tingle and the valuable-filled bag to slip from your grasp, landing with a heavy thud on the carpeted floor. Crackle stands in the doorway, his stun rod glinting in the warm light as he points it directly at you, a mischievous grin playing across his face.

"Blast from the past, eh?" he says, his Australian accent cutting through the tension in the air.

The sound of his voice doesn't surprise you—you've been expecting this confrontation ever since you discovered the tracking device. You flex your hand, still feeling the residual effects of the electrical discharge.

"Dude, seriously. Static cling?" you ask, annoyance evident in your tone.

Gray's smirk widens as he takes a step forward into the compartment.

"Side effects of the directional EMP," he explains casually. "Consider it a friendly reminder that you can forget about reaching for your phone or any of your fancy toys. They're all dead in the water now."