"Not only am I going to end you physically," Koumyou lets her know cheerfully, even as he comes to a pause the side of that table, "but I'm going to end your reputation, too. And if Techstead crumples because of one person turning out to be a big, cancerous tumor, then as far as I'm concerned, it wasn't built right to begin with."

More tendrils of the sutra snake under the table, looking for a limb to grab and pull.

"I'd say we have a good ten more minutes before my little EMP starts to wear off. But you're starting to bore me, so I think we're about to wrap up, here."