"Shit." Red looks around, suddenly genuinely alarmed. The phone. He lost track of Barsin's phone. He finds it, beneath the bed. He snatches it up. There's a voice authentication interface, and authentication is nearly complete. "Stop. Cancel. Undo." Nothing happens. Wrong voice. He drops the phone, scrabbles for the gun. "Zaelochi anaeora. Fire," Barsin says. Red puts a bullet through the phone. And a second through Barsin's skull. He looks up at the ceiling, waiting, still alarmed. And he waits. But nothing else happens.
