I don't care if I ever get to use it again. Give it to your PRT squad. I'll teach someone how it works. You can mount it on one of your trucks or something.
The amount of time and money that would require for an event that might never occur, I suppose you can keep the cannon. You. But whatever the power source is, you're removing it and I'm keeping it on the lock and key. If Class A threat does come into play, I'll hand it over to you.
And they first off- No, I started on the alternator cannon so I'd have something to bring you. And the cannon still goes through the standard review process for all it's going to create a material. If it doesn't pass the review, you're putting people and property onto your risk with what you pull today. I'm afraid you could face a substantial fine with jail time.
Be quiet, Aegis. Your attempts speak with punctured lung physically pains me. And as much as I admire standing up for your team, your one lung full of breath is wasted here. Kidwin, your coming with us for disciplinary review.
Everyone else is from Mrs. Mist. The tour group is going to be coming in by your quarters in an hour. And it's likely to be more than a few reporters peering in the window.
Try to clean yourself up for the pictures that are undoubtedly going to appear in tomorrow's papers. Please. Now then, debrief. Down our cop locker hands and you two decide.
Of course you have nightmares. Nightmares with lots and lots of fighters. Clock, did you go for the Red Mill's dinner? Don't you usually do it.
Retina might be detached. Don't want to fail the skin. That one. There was shuttle phone.
Couldn't make it in time. I told her to stay put. She's going to hate that. Doesn't she have this huge hat on for crew?
Part of the reason I told her to stay. Don't eat that. I'm going to go shower. Patch myself up.
You guys keep breathing. Sure thing, Chief. Take care of yourself. Fucking dogs.
This stuff. Can you go grab the whiteboard? Grab two? What?
Oh, yes, yes, right on it. What's going to happen to Kid? I don't know how all this goes. Is it serious?
Could be. But my cop tells me he just wants to scare him. He needs to stop testing the limits with the people in charge. Or he's going to get in real trouble at some point.
So, not exactly the best start to your new career, huh, Grubby? Fuck. I wouldn't mind so much if I knew what happened. At least then I could figure out what to do better next time.
All I know is that suddenly I was blind and deaf. And when I tried to move everything bent the wrong way, then I think I got tasered. Hold that thought. We can't start writing stuff down now.
Take clock. You don't mind if I take the link. Go for it. I'm going to procrastinate as long as I can on this leadership thing.
You're next to all the staff for Carlos. It's only going to be what? Three or four months before you're the senior member. And I'll hold that position for not even the rest of the summer before I graduate and pass the mantle to you.
No worries. Take charge. Thank you. Okay guys, before we get started, I think it's important to make something clear.
First off, most importantly, today was an also failure. I didn't even say that today was a win for the good guys. And we started establishing that here and now. The undersiders.
They've flown under the radar so far, but more recently, they started pulling higher profile jobs. They hit the ruby dreams casino five weeks ago. Now they just robbed the biggest bank in Procton Bay. This time you were lucky enough to get in their way.
That means we finally have some intel on their group. Did the new guy name himself, by the way? What are the bugs? Girl, actually, I was talking to the hostages after the undersiders made her getaway.
He said he was afraid to move because she was going to make it bite him. Took me a bit to realize what he meant. Our fellow is in shock. But we don't know what she called herself.
Then we need to agree on our name for her. The paperwork's going to be inconsistent. Suggestions for a name for the bug go. A maggot.
Worm. Stick her with a crappy name. We really don't want to do that. Maybe if we'd won we could get away with it, but it does not look good.
If the press reports that we got our assets kicked by someone called maggot. How about Stinger? Pestruins? Take it.
Stinger is some villain in California with power armor, a jetpack at homeing missiles, and Pestruins is a really creepy psycho and wanted I don't like talking about. Skitter? Let me check. Well, it's not taken.
Then it's good enough. Now we brainstorm. This is where we recoup our losses from the day. We grab an angle so we can win next time.
So don't hold back. Show any detail, no matter how insignificant. Girl's power isn't just darkness. You can't hear in there either.
It feels strange, too. There's resistance, like you're underwater, but not floating. Good. Next.
The mutants that Halha makes. The dogs? She doesn't control them with her mind. They're trained.
She tells them what to do with whistles. Skitter. Yeah. It's just the opposite.
She has a lot of fine control over them. Also, according to the hostage I was talked to, she could sense things through her bugs, which now she kept an eye on the hostages. Also, she seemed to be picking and choosing her bugs. I don't know where she was getting them, but she apparently had at least one bug put over every person in that bank.
Okay, guys. I'm back. Then I miss much. Not really.
It's nice to know that I can finally look at you again without vomiting. Hey. Armsmaster. Good to see you.
Storm is a pleasure. Ever the gentleman. We brought a guest. Oh, Amy.
Good to see you again. She was kind enough to volunteer to come here and patch you guys up. I'll be home with horrible injuries and hundreds of bug bites. Can we?
That would give away the show. Okay, Miss militia, you can put away your rocket launcher now. I wanted to thank you guys for coming in by rescue and for letting Gloria go come with you. Hey, you helped a lot out there.
You two okay? Tatl Tatl found a way through my sister's immincibility. Gloria was written pretty badly, which was why I didn't come sooner. I think it hits you harder psychologically when you're pretty much invincible, but you got hurt anyways.
But we're okay now. She's healed, but sulking. I'm alright. I'm on my head, but I'm okay.
You guys are taking notes on the enemy? I like this. But why is Tatl Tatl's record nearly empty? None of us run into her.
The hostages didn't have anything to say about her. Panasaya might be able to help there. I... A lot of happen.
Any detail helps? I'm sorry, I got smacked across the head, but my power doesn't work on myself, and I'm not really the type to go out and costume and get in the fight. So having my life threatened, I don't know. All that.
I can't put my thoughts in order just yet. The sooner we could do it. It's fine. Amy, why don't you start taking care of the wards?
If something comes to mind, anything beyond the underside of said or did, or any clues you think might help? Sure, afterwards, alright? Okay. Who needs some help?
You just? Yeah. Paramedics cleared me, but I want to be extra sure I'm not risking up punctured lung or something. I'll take a look at you over there.
Go figure. Go out there, girlfriend, get special treatment. For criminally safe, lager. Okay, you don't have a punctured lung.
You've got one fractured red, but you're not even in that much pain. White. I lied. I wanted to talk to you.
Alone. What? I don't like it since emotions. Everyone's emotions.
Like a cloud of colors around them. Can't turn it off. It's just how I see the world. Victoria mentioned that.
So you're an open book to me. I know you're scared. No, don't terrify it. And that's why you're not talking.
I never wanted these powers. I never wanted powers, period. But I got them anyways and I got international attention over it. The healer.
The co-worker, your cancer with a touch. Make someone ten years younger or you grow lost in names. I'm forced to be a hero. Burning with this obligation.
I couldn't live with myself if I didn't use this power. It's such an opportunity to save lives, but at the same time, I can't cure everyone. Even if I go to the hospital every night or two or three hours at a time, there are thousands of other hospitals. I can't visit tens of millions of people who are terminally ill or living in a personal hell where their paralyzed are in constant pain.
These people don't deserve to face that, but I can't help them all. I can't help 1% of them if I put in 20 hours a day. You have to focus on what you can do. That sounds easier than it is.
Do you want to tell what it means to cure some of these people? I feel like every second I take to myself is a second I've failed somehow. For two years I've been in this pressure. I lie in bed awake at night, I can't sleep.
So I get up and I go to the hospital in the middle of the night. Go to pediatrics, cure some kids, go to the ICU, spare some lives. There's all just blending together. I can't even remember the last few people I saved.
The last person I remember was maybe a week ago. I was working on this kid. He was just a toddler and immigrant from Cairo, I think. I told you I caught us.
That's where you're born with your heart outside your body. I was putting everything in the right place, giving him a chance in a normal life. What made him so memorable? I presented him.
He was lying there fast asleep like an angel, and for just a second I considered just leaving him. The doctors could have finished the job, but it would have been dangerous. He died if I'd left him on the table. The job I hated him.
I hated him. I hated that he would have a normal life because I'd given up mine. I was scared that I didn't intentionally make a mistake, that I might let myself fuck up in the procedure with this kid. I could have killed him or ruined his life, but it would have eased the pressure.
It would have been expectations, you know. Maybe it would have even lowered my own expectations for myself. It was just so tired, so exhausted. I actually considered it for the briefest moment abandoning a child to suffer or die.
That sounds like more than just exhaustion. Is this what starts? Is this the point I started becoming like my father, whoever he was? I could say no, that you're never going to be like your father, but I'd be lying.
Any of us, all of us, we run the risk of finding our own way down that path. I can see the strain that you're experiencing, the stress. I've seen people snap because of less. So yeah, it's possible.
Take a break. Tell yourself it's something you have to do to retard your batteries and help more people in the long run. I don't think I can. So what does this have to do with what happened at the bank?
She knew everything. That's how to tell the girl. She said she's psychic, and from what she said, what she knew, I believed it. You know what it's like to talk to people like her?
Like, you, no offense. You put up this mask, you delete yourself, and you think everything is normal, and you force yourself to look past the worst aspect of yourself. Then these gallons and towels just trick you naked, force you to confront it all. I'm sorry.
You said yourself, you can't turn it off, right? I can't really blame you. It's just... It's hard to be around, especially after dealing with the Tattletail.
What did she say? She threatened to talk about stuff, stuff worse than what I just told you, I guess. Threaten to tell me things I just don't want to know. So she used what she knew to ruin my relationship with Victoria and the rest of my family.
My sister's all that got my only person with no expectations. She knows me as a person. Carol never really wanted me. Mark has clinically depressed, so as nice as he is, he's too focused on himself to really be a dad.
They're not an uncle or sweet, but they've got their own problems. So, stressing me in Victoria has been almost from the beginning. It's my little monster threatened to tear my sister and I apart using yet another thing. I didn't want another thing.
I had no control over. What? Does this have anything to do with the rather strong feelings you have towards me? You have towards me?
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. You really shouldn't have. Look, if you ever need to talk.
No, it's just that I probably won't want it to be with me. And that's okay. But listen, my door is always open and you can call me on any hour. I just wanted to let you know.
Okay. There. Breeze is gone. Ribs touched up.
Thank you. Take care of my sister, okay? Make her happy? That goes without saying.
Okay, is this what you want? It is. Thank you, Lucas, here. Whoa, whoa.
This is way more than I thought it was gonna be. You're complaining? No, no, not at all. As you can see, it would be hard for me to walk into a store and make simple purchases due to my condition.
I did not like to rely on my friends for this, makes me feel indebted to them, and this is not good for friendships. If you're interested in repeating this sort of transaction, being on call to run errands for me for a time, it could be arranged. Oh, really? How long?
Until I called and you were unable and unwilling to run my errand. If this happened more than once, or if the reason was not good, I would find someone else, as I did with the last individual. Oh, but you didn't hurt him or anything? No, I did not.
He decided he would rather spend the evening with his girlfriend. I have not called him again. This won't be anything illegal, right? No drugs, no prostitutes, no weapons.
So you call me. I run out and grab your groceries, or clothes, or take out of shampoo, or whatever, and you pay me three. That is four. And I do not have hair, so you would not need to concern yourself with shampoo.
Right, right. Sorry. So $400 for each run. What's the catch?
No catch. I have money. I like things to be convenient. Only one small chance for trouble.
My last assistant, she quit because she was concerned that my enemies would use her to get to me. I will then not deny. This is possible. You have enemies?
Yes, but there has not been a case yet where any of my assistants ran into trouble with them. Have any of them run into trouble with you? My last assistant, the boy with the girlfriend, he thought he could get more money because he could go to the police and tell them what he knew about me. He was lucky to try this when I was in a generous mood.
I just waited at him. He worked for me for two months after that with no complaint. We were not friendly. It was pure business.
I would recommend, gently, that you not try the same thing. Hey, uh, live in Leflow, right? That is a good saying. Okay.
I want to go to college this fall and this is sounding a hell of a lot better than working in my way for 50 hours a week. Here's my cellphone number. I haven't. I will call.
I made sure to conceal my appearance as I walked. The new happen to cross my path was clicked to glance away, embarrassed, spooked. To those at a distance, I was simply one of the morbidly obese, nearly three times the way I should be. Size was one of the rare things in this modern world that someone could use to mock someone openly.
It had taken me years to come to peace with this, with being one of the monsters. Glowing yellow letters spelled out the name of my destination, a palenkeen. It was where we had agreed to place our base of operations for the time we were in the city, one of the better bases. I made my way in, nodding to the doorman.
What the hell? We've been waiting 45 minutes. You let that fat buck through like this? Out of the line.
Why? You're just diss the orders bro. Fuck, wait. Out of the line.
You and your friends are banned. That was a lie, of course, but I've learned that bouncers aren't questioned. I had worked for clubs that wanted someone more exotic and attention-getting back before fault-lined and found me. The upstairs balcony wasn't filled with people, and those that were present were mostly unconscious.
My partner and dad at Busy Knight had seemed, and the two girls next to him indicated that he wasn't yet finished. Gregor, my boy. Good to see you again. And you, neuter.
I brought your dinner. Good man. Pull the chair. The others will want their food as well.
Come on. I've got two son and girls here. Tell them them about some of the cooler jobs we've pulled. I need backup here, bro.
I do not think it is a good idea to be talking about these things. It's cool. frontline joined the conversation a while ago, so she's obviously okay with it. You want to go and tell, right?
Sabrina? Mary? If fault-line said it was fine. Sabrina and Mary, I'm sorry.
The other sandwiches I have here are spoken for. I could offer you some of my own if you would like. That's okay. I'm not hungry.
I like the way you talk. Are you not redone? I'm not sure. But I've spoken to an expert, and he says the other language I speak is Icelandic.
You don't know? No. Okay, bro. I've heard her in Gregor's Snail went up against last month.
The toy box job, with the Tinker Black market, there is no way. No, no, no. The other one. The Java and Philly.
Uh, Chevalier and Mirden. Told ya. And you beat them? We didn't lose.
It was a close call. Chevalier is leader of the Protectorate in Philadelphia. Mirden leads Protectorate in Chicago. These are people the whole world recognizes.
They got positions protecting big cities in America because they're strong, because they're smart and talented. We got the job done as we always do when we walked away. Hey up you two. Fine.
What was the bet? I told them they didn't have to pay if I was lying. And if you weren't lying, they'd pay more? No penalty.
I got company and conversation for a while. Okay then. Once and for each of you. A little bit of juice.
Alright. Look it up. That's all? It's enough.
Any more you might be out of for inconveniently long time. That right there is less than an hour of psychedelic tripping. No hangover. No side fix.
It's not addictive and you can't overdose on it. Trust me. I tried to make someone overdose before. Calm that situation.
I couldn't make it happen. Hey Gregor, my number if you want to talk or, you know, something else. Well, bottoms up. She wicked at me.
She's in her mouth. They both walled back. Out cold. Looks like you made a good impression, Gregor.
Maybe. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get rid of this phone number. Hey, what gives? I do not think she liked me because I am me.
I think she liked me because I am a monster. I think you're sabotaging yourself, man. She's hot. Look at her.
Nutter. Do you know what a devotee is? Is a slang term for someone who's attracted to people with disabilities because of the disability? I think it's about power.
Attraction to someone because they're weak somehow. I think it likely that this Sabrina sees me as weak because of the way I look. The way I may have trouble today today. This is compelling to her in a similar way to how a cripple or a blind man might be to a devotee.
This does not appeal to me. No way. Maybe she likes you because of the person underneath. She did not see enough of me to know who that person might be.
I think it's only a self-disservice. I jump on that opportunity. You are a stronger person than I in many ways, Nutter. I should bring the others their dinner.
Hey, a single Pierce downstairs sent another girl or two up, will ya? Certainly. Pierce, bring some more people in. Tell me, Nutter.
Are you happy? Oh, man. I'm not going into philosophical phase again, are you? I will spare you that.
Are you? Dude, look at me. I've got the highest rules in the city, begging to get a taste of me, literally wanting a taste of me. What do you think?
You are happy then? Time of my life, bro. I'm glad. Come in.
I brought your dinner, Emily. Thanks. Is she okay? Today is not one of her better days.
Hell, may I come closer? Eat. You know it's good that she's like this right now. It means her powers are stronger and fault line says that we have a rather large job coming up.
I see. I should go check on her now. Have a nice evening, Grigord. Say goodbye, Elle.
I know you're there, Grigord. Come right in. Grigord, come right in. Red and blue energy crackled, and coin shaped pieces of wood, metal, stone, and plastic fell to the desktop.
Other rods, several of which were green wood, were untouched. Fuck. I did not wish to interrupt you. Don't worry about it.
Maybe distracting me. We'll help. If you're sh- it was seven o'clock. No one had eaten yet.
I got us some sandwiches. Thank you. How's Elle? Spitfire said she was having a bad day, but she's eaten now.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better. That's hope. It's very easy to let yourself grow, touch with that girl. Know what I mean?
Yes. What are you doing? We've talked about the Manson effect. The role that prevents some powers from affecting living things, you have been trying to remove such restrictions from yourself.
Without fucking luck. It's a matter of time before we're on a job. Things come down to the wire and I'm too weak because of this arbitrary limitation. I find it difficult to believe that anyone who has toppled a building on someone could call themselves weak.
That was luck. And anything else? If you say so. I mean, it's not like there isn't president for this.
We know for a fact that some caves would be held out by the Manson effect have figured out a way around it or past it, not while being the most obvious case. Yes. There's a school of theory that says that the Manson effect is a great psychological block that because of our empathy for living things or whatever, we hold back our powers on an instinctual level. Or maybe we hold back against other living things because there's a subconsciously imposed limitation that prevents us from hurting ourselves with our own powers.
And it's too general in combating other living things instead of only ourselves. I see. I'm trying to trick my brain. You see.
With this set up, I move from inorganic material to dead organic material to living tissues. Greenwood in this case. Or I mix it up so it goes from one to the other without any pattern. If I can trick my brain into slipping up, anticipating the wrong material, maybe I can push through that mental block.
Do that once and it'd be easier for future tries. That's the theory anyway. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. It does not seem to be working.
Yeah. No kidding. Do me a favor. Rearrange this.
Don't let me see it. Very well. Arm around her neck. I shoved her to the ground and climbed to the top of her.
So I was straddling her. My knees pressing her arms down. Fought lines eyes widened and her face began to turn colors as she struggled. She brought her knees up in my back.
One might have had more success hitting a water bed. My skeleton was a flexible cartilage that bent where Rome would break and gilled a lot faster. I'd been hit by a car and climbed him a few shortly after. Her kicks would not have much effect.
I am sorry. Her struggles gradually became weaker. It took some time before she started to go limp. It was then that I released her.
What the fuck was that? Did you just try to- Once ago we were talking about this subject, the Manton Effect. You mentioned how it might be possible for someone like us to have a second trigger event. A radical change or improvement in their powers as a result of a life or death moment.
Such might explain how one broke the Manton rule. It would not have worked if I had warned you in advance. I am sorry. Well it didn't work anyways, right?
I am sorry. And what if it had worked? You big lunatic? What did you expect me to do?
Cut off your hand? I thought perhaps maybe my hand or my arm at worst. I do not think you would kill me, even in a moment such as that. You have done much for me.
Even if it proved impossible to reattach, I would not say that it is a very attractive hand. To lose it, for something you would have been working on for a long time, is not a regrettable thing. You are a very strange man. How the hell am I supposed to get pissed at you when you say something like that?
Well, that's not going to work. Maybe I need something that gets me closer to death. I am scratching it off the list anyways. I like being alive too much to dance on Razer's Edge.
Thank you, by the way, for trying that. I do not expect it was too easy. No, it was not. So, we are turning a favor then.
Sit down. A year ago, you agreed to give me a share of your earnings in our little group. If I put them towards answering some questions we had. I remember.
I will talk to the others about this soon. But since you were the one that paid, I thought it was only right that I shared with you first. This is what I found so far. The first thing is that stylized capital C, the same one that was tattooed on your arm by an unknown party.
I am guessing that this is their logo or something. It touches whoever is doing this, whether it is one person or many. It is very, very good at covering their tracks. I have also found some other pictures of recently uncovered folks with their condition.
Even neuter, you already know our earnings alone. On a steady basis, parakevens have been turning up across North America. Retrogated, and Mija, all marked by that same tattoo as you do. Each was dumped in and out of a way, location in the Northern area.
Allies, it just roofed out under bridges. Where rats live? Yes. Here is the thing though.
At first, most were strange in the periods. As many as four out of five monstrous parakevens, if you would excuse the term, follow the pattern. And that number might decrease if you got a chance to examine or get a decent interview with the others. The tattoo, and Mija, their first memories are waking up somewhere in the strange city.
At first you said, it has changed? Turns of the red time. This red-headed girl showed up in Vegas. The whole casino has been in the dust pretty much.
Since parakevens with the game, the odds were cheap to start showing up. But there is underground game still. She participated in a few and had a bounty on her head in a manner of deeds. She is calling herself a shamrock.
Irish. And I put good money on the fact that she has got powers that let her manipulate probabilities. I see. Why are we talking about her?
Next page. It was a grainy surveillance camera image. Shamrock was in the midst of changing clothes in what looked like an underground parking lot. Though partially obscured by her bra strap, the tattoo was visible on her shoulder blade.
Stylized. See. That's puzzle piece number one. Given the dates, and you're free to look them up in your own time, going by the first sightings, the people that are showing up with these tattoos are getting less and less monsters with each passing year.
Not always, but it's a trend. Then boom. We get shamrock. No strange features to speak of.
Except, you know, the deterness. Puzzle piece number two. I'm afraid it's one of those cases where things have been covered up too well for us to verify. But I'll tell you what I've heard.
Tallahassee, Florida. It's three months ago. Rumor circulated about someone calling themselves the dealer. What was he dealing?
Powers, obviously. Powers. Pay him an amount in the neighborhood of $35,000. The dealer will get you something to drink and you join the ranks of the heroes and villains in the Cape community.
Powers in a while. I see. How does this relate? Because one individual claiming to be a customer made up a lot post about a transaction.
It's near the end of that file. In this post, he described the dealer as having a metal suitcase filled with vials, engraved on the inside of the lid. The same symbol as the tattoos. At a boy.
And that's where we stand. I see. Can we track down this individual with this blog? It's fucking dead.
Murdered by two unnamed capes less than a day after he made the post. What I think is that someone out there has figured out how people get powers, and they've made a business out of it. But the first attempts didn't go so well. It could be that if the chemistry is bad, the people who drink the stuff become like you.
Like neuter, like Nixon, the gentle giant. So this person or people? You think they're experimenting? They've been refining their work and the physical changes have become smaller.
And the stealer was either their salesman or more likely someone who stole someone of their work and tried a profit permit. The people he dealt with, they'll do didn't get the tattoos. I see. So what is next?
No one's seen or heard of the stealer since the blog post was murdered. The dealer's either dead or gone to the ground. So we followed the other lead. I got private investigators looking for shamrock.
I'm thinking we wrap up our contract with Coyle here then. And if we're lucky enough that our PIs find her over the rainbow before the bounty hunters do, we pay her a vial. Visit, sorry. Either she can tell us something or we offer her a position on the team.
Or both. In an ideal world. Alright, wait a minute, Dix. They'll be up for us any minute now.
Son of a bitch. I thought the thing was supposed to go faster. I'm trying to stay invasive here, okay? If we go in a straight line, I'll just shoot our tires out.
I have an idea. Why don't you try taking these guys out of action like you're supposed to? That's what your power does, right? Skidmock?
Oh. I'm certainly supposed to have pavement if you were just driving straight. Well, learn a deal with a little bit of turbulence. Goddamn.
I heard that. This minor here. I'm coming up on Skidmark and his team now. He's going to have the shipment and we're trying to throw off our pursuit.
Driving forward, northern into the docks. They'll be forced to stop. The North End. What about?
That's an order, minor. Do not question me again. Understood. Alright, soldiers, converge on Goldenrod Avenue to block them off.
You're ready to fire as soon as the merchants show up. Please hurry up a bit more. Please. Son of a bitch.
I need you to go. Why didn't you tell me that was more than one truck after us? Because keeping watch was a job of this anvily right here. Hurry, what did you do?
Ow! No plan. Squeal it. Get us north.
As far away from these bastards as you can. We'll use the building to cover as we get away. But what about? Drive, damn it.
What looks like our loyal sergeants are on to us. Since we cannot run them. That means that they brought the fucking laser beam. Shit!
Shit! Shit! What is it? Engines damage from the last shot.
What's going to have to dump us? After all the shit we've gone through to get our hands on this stuff. It's that or they kill us. Fucking hate days like this.
Those minor here again. Merchants are grounded. Should we collect the shipment? Negative soldier.
There's nothing in the shipment worth taking. The entire engagement towards this distraction. A distraction? Rest assured.
Return to base as soon as you can and await further instruction. Okay. It doesn't look like they're still after us. Let's see if there's anything good that we can just pinch from coil.
What the hell was that? Shit! We're in ABB territory. Run!
Now then. So here are the little treasure everyone's been talking about. Where am I? Who are you?
Let go of me! Peter. Make sure that my little pet cooperates. I've got other matters to attend.
Two wizards like that means I count them. Master only asked for dogs to come. The fart of the stairs of this time for walkies. Walkies are Bruce's favorite thing.
Other dogs are on your shoulders with Bruce and Hardy in the hurry to get to master. Bruce arrives at master first. The way that it should be. Bruce is top dog.
The master is alpha. Neither of his pack. Not leader of his people pack. But that is okay.
She bangs down and scratches all of her Bruce's neck and shoulders. Deep and rough. Perfect scratches because they dig through Bruce's thick fur. Fall over and turn belly up.
So master's distraction. She does. It is ecstasy. Master smells like dried blood and stress and sweat.
And when she usually doesn't. Angelica Judas stay. Not taking you to. Bruce is a good boy.