I shifted back into a mouse and Travis picked me up, putting me into his breast pocket. Picking up the Taser I had modified, he placed that one inside his sleeve, leaving his own attached to its proper place on his hip.
"I am going to have to take the stairs," he said softly as he hooked up the portable radio to his uniform. "Newman on Mic 21," he announced clearly into the mic.
"Copy loud and clear, Newman," came the purred reply. It was stupid that those five words managed to spike my rage, but the woman's voice coming through the radio was enough to set me off.
Maybe I couldn't bitch too much about his possessiveness when mine seemed to be just as bad.
"The elevator appears to be down," he said into the mic, his voice becoming harder. "I'll be using the stairs. Please keep the channel clear until I have returned to the security office."