Montana stops. She hesitates. Visibly agitated and eager to escape, the brilliant young woman raises a shaking hand, but unsure what to gesture, she puts it back down, grasping the strap of her weighty satchel. Her head drops then lifts with the words, "They've found me."
You are about to ask for more info, but she interrupts you, loudly and quivering, "They've found me! And they're already here!" She turns and grabs something else from a nearby table. "Scott, this is my fault. I should have known they would find out. This experiment, the matter transposer, I knew they would notice, that they would track me down."
She pauses and urges once more, "Go! Please, go! If you don't leave now, they'll get you too! We have to get away from here."
"Who is here? Who is coming after you, Professor!?"
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