The tension was almost unbearable, but the Operative got what he wanted - a sudden ending of this meeting. Adrenalin was rushing through his body like it didn't happen in a long time. He felt very vivid, if he was honest. "Miss Voigt, please return to your ship. I will follow you in a minute," the neutered voice sounded out of his helmet, his hand still at the weapon in the holster, his eyes still focused on Hussaini. "Don't worry. Nothing bad will happen. Just head for your ship and wait for me there."
