“Reed, for heaven's sake, turn around and leave the office if you're not happy about something."

The senior inquisitor, Ivo Martin, intervened in the conversation. He said quietly, bringing the first grains of calm to the valley of hysteria:

"Watch your tongue. Both of you."

Another exchange of caustic words did not go without consequences. There was a deafening silence in the air for a minute, and then the sound of heels retreating down the hallway could be heard.

Mark would not be lying if he found the strength to admit one thing to himself: it was impossible to work with such a woman. The last time Lou had done, God knows what was when shooting suddenly started during a social evening.

The inquisitor barely had time to think that the psionic had gone far enough and was now out of reach, when he suddenly heard...

"And yes, isolate yourself. For the fuck's sake."

Lou was ashamed to swear in front of the man she loved so much. Only when the door closed and Mark left the office, the woman looked into Ivo's eyes. Her hand was still aching from a small bruise. Smiling guiltily, the woman admitted:

"Apparently, I get into trouble too. Only into tiny ones, not like you... monsieur."