"Easy there, little cub," Agent Lang says, putting one hand on her shoulder and holding her wrists behind her back with the other - gently enough not to hurt her, but firmly enough to immobilize her. He moves quickly, for such a large man.
"Agent Lang, let go of her," Franziska says, approaching with her brother.
"What, and let her get another of us with her claws? Not a chance." He wrenches one out of her grip and tosses it to the ground, kicking it away. "How's Harris?"
"He'll live," Miles says, approaching the gathering. "Though not without quite a few stitches."
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"Easy there, little cub," Agent Lang says, putting one hand on her shoulder and holding her wrists behind her back with the other - gently enough not to hurt her, but firmly enough to immobilize her. He moves quickly, for such a large man.
"Agent Lang, let go of her," Franziska says, approaching with her brother.
"What, and let her get another of us with her claws? Not a chance." He wrenches one out of her grip and tosses it to the ground, kicking it away. "How's Harris?"
"He'll live," Miles says, approaching the gathering. "Though not without quite a few stitches."