[h3]Natasha and James[/h3]
Natasha clicked her tongue and the air around her grew colder. She never liked hostage situations; a coward’s way of trying to get the upper hand, and given how ‘goody-goody’ a lot of the team seemed to be it appeared to be working. At the very least Tocsax appeared to have some sort of plan. All they needed now was the time and place for the hostage transfer.

A message silently appeared on the table in front of her, it didn’t float up for all to see when she opened it, from James.

‘slower, cutting’	Natasha understood.

“Why are you people doing this?” She addressed the hologram with a slight quiver in her voice. “What have we ever done to you?”

One his side of the table James urgently ushered Mai over with a click of his fingers. He wore a look of deep concentration. The table top in front of his displayed a multitude of different windows some of which listed numbers and names whilst others flashed with frantic messages. He ignored the charts and windows hovering around him.

“Do you know if Drake is connected to the Network?” James whispered as quietly as he could. 
His fingers danced across the table typing in commands to the system.

“I can still try to trace the signal if he isn’t but…” James bit his lip. “It’ll be a lot trickier, and I have no idea which of these devices is his…”