“Coil?” Tattletale spoke. She looked a little pale.
“Tattletale, do you know why the numbers would change? Does your power tell you anything?”
She shook her head, started to speak, but was interrupted.
…?
“Then go,” he ordered her, ordered us. “I will contact you later, and we will finish this conversation then.”
“I-”
Oh yeah, cutting off the person who knows stuff like this always turns out well. Sure.
“Please,” he stressed the word, “See yourselves out. This situation, whatever it is, demands my attention.”
Good jorb, Coil.
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