Record after death + lip reading

“Thorne?” It was absolutely the same woman that had interrogated him
at the WHO facility in Alaska. That distinctive pale skin, henna-red hair
and an air of haughty coldness that set him on edge, even secondhand.

*If Jensen has to be killed, it won’t be down to you to pull the trigger.*

He read her lips, and the chill in him deepened. The old talent – learned back in
his time at SWAT for use when staring down sniper scopes at dangerous
perps – came easily to the fore. Jensen tried to imagine Wilder’s poorly
pitched bravado rebounding off Thorne’s icy, calculating exterior, and his
thoughts churned as he tried to guess at what chain of events had brought
the woman to Detroit. Had she come to find him? Or was there more to her
presence in the city?

Then the gun appeared in Thorne’s hand and she fired the shot that
ended Wilder, as blankly as someone might turn out a light. It was so
sudden, and so horribly immediate that Jensen physically recoiled at the
moment the recorded bullet struck home. A heart-rate display in the corner
of playback showed a final flurry of peaks and then went flat; but the optic
feed didn’t end. The tiny bio-energy cells in the implants were half-charged,
more than enough to keep running and record what went on in front of
Wilder’s dead eyes.

Jensen watched Thorne move in and out of view. She activated an
encrypted communications unit, and he caught snatches of her speaking
again; Wilder may have compromised the operation.

He was still wondering who had been on the other end of the line when
Thorne made a second call.

*Move the secondary contingency plan to active status and prepare to execute,*
she said, and everything about the woman’s body language told Jensen she was
talking to the people holding her chain.

He could see it in her every motion and gesture, defiance warring with
ingrained obedience.

What Thorne said next was as clear as if she were standing right in front
of him.

*We need to be prepared for the hangar transfer to fail, mouthed the
woman. I have a contingency in place if the Task Force take possession of
the cargo. Confirm the deployment of a kill squad. We can hit them on the
train and leave no survivors.*

- Deus Ex: Black Light, Chapter 10 pgs. 189-190