There's a warning shout from the remaining officers, but it comes precious seconds too late - Khan is in motion, mind calculating every option, every trajectory, to place him exactly where the good doctor is.
...or rather, where the doctor was.
There's a sudden twist, an elegant little dodge that swings Julian free of Khan's lunge. It's neat, tidy, and far, far quicker than he should have been. It should be impossible - for a human.
Khan doesn't allow himself miss a second time. Pivoting with his own misjudged momentum, Khan turns, mind already accounting for the increase on reflexes the other man displayed, and manages to fist a hand in the doctor's tunic. He hauls the other man back, pressing them both against the bulkhead in a single, swift move, and immediately snakes a hand to close around the other's throat.
He doesn't squeeze - not yet. But there's just enough pressure there to remind Julian to be mindful of what he says.
"You're not one of mine." A quiet statement. But if Julian is what Khan suspects, then he'll understand the meaning in his words.
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...or rather, where the doctor was.
There's a sudden twist, an elegant little dodge that swings Julian free of Khan's lunge. It's neat, tidy, and far, far quicker than he should have been. It should be impossible - for a human.
Khan doesn't allow himself miss a second time. Pivoting with his own misjudged momentum, Khan turns, mind already accounting for the increase on reflexes the other man displayed, and manages to fist a hand in the doctor's tunic. He hauls the other man back, pressing them both against the bulkhead in a single, swift move, and immediately snakes a hand to close around the other's throat.
He doesn't squeeze - not yet. But there's just enough pressure there to remind Julian to be mindful of what he says.
"You're not one of mine." A quiet statement. But if Julian is what Khan suspects, then he'll understand the meaning in his words.