A choice to make
By this point, there was a single dynamic left inside the room.
Like two of its other brethren, it was attached to the ceiling. Like with its brethren, instead of reaching for it, Cutout was going to cut its cable.
He didn't even hear Michael's words, because Tristan's chanting drowned them out. But Tristan's ability to focus on several things at once was much better, just like his ability to hear and discern layered sounds.
For an instant, Tristan paused his hacking attempts.
In that instant, he was frantically thinking about how much Michael knew and how much Tristan should care about it, and what was the best course of action.
"Cutout, stop!" Tristan shouted an instant before the last dynamic could be removed. "Michael, tone the volume down and say it again."
Tristan covered the camera's lens with his hand and turned to Cutout. The man's face asked Tristan a silent question, to which Tristan replied with a gesture pointing to the outside.