<🎧 Song Recommendation: Secondhand by Don Toliver ft Rema>
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"Whoa," Von whispered after the expensive beat finished.
Patch laughed heartily, spinning in his chair. "Yeah, I'm good with my stuff. I don't touch a board unless I know I can make the speakers bleed. Now it's up to you to deliver... You ready?"
Von nodded, shaking out his arms to loosen the tension in his shoulders. He walked toward the heavy glass door Patch was pointing to, the entrance to the isolation booth.
"It's going in with you?" Patch looked at Loki, his eyebrows knitting together in a skeptical frown.
"She won't make a sound," Von reassured him, stepping into the booth. "She's... trained. Very calm."
He had originally planned to leave Loki in the control room to ensure his own concentration, but the Void Lynx had made her stance very clear via a telepathic image of her shredding his new leather jacket. She was coming.
