Except Leland sees the movement and shifts suddenly in the chair, bringing up a hand from behind his back. The light from the computer screen reflects sharply off dark metal, outlining the shape of the pistol and its silencer as he levels it at Jonathan.

"You're gonna want to stop moving right about now." His level tone is belied by the flick of his eyes from Andrew to Jonathan to the door and back, and by the sheen of sweat on his temple reflecting the light of the screen.