Even from where he hid behind Stark (and his armor), Alastair could see past Cavil to the body on the floor in the next room. Every inner sense, every memory, welled up and filled him with mingled fear and rage. He bristled, looking furtively from their adversary to the iron mask and back. We have to stall him, he thought, almost wishing Tony had telepathic abilities too. We have to give Kiryu time to get here. But what would Cavil do, when confronted by Iron Man? Would this be over in blink, or not?

Alastair glanced back toward where Saitou lay, and cursed that bastard standing there like he did nothing wrong. Still, Stark was good protection, and Alastair remained behind it for the time being, visibly seething.