Monster 2.9

“One other matter.”

Your thickly synthesized voice rung out, it’s disturbingly unnatural chorus drawing the focus of the room back to you. The eyes of men and women of power seemed to pierce you, the low grade echolocation of one of Kaizer’s parahumans in the booths bounced across your suit, trying to penetrate below the layer of obtuse fluid which you used to hide yourself further.

Your suit’s eyes closed as you turned to face directly towards the one trying to gain more information from beneath your shell. But echolocation was well accounted for to begin with.