“Ow,” I muttered, as one line of pain drew itself from my hip to my ankle.
“I’ve got to test your nerves as I re-establish the connections, but I’m too tired to do it all with my power, and I can’t dope you up with endorphins because Armsmaster, Miss Militia and Legend will be coming to talk to you in a bit, and I’ve been told you need your head one hundred percent clear for that. So some of this is going to hurt.”
…
Well that’s an intriguing tidbit. Unless they’re going to everyone (which would take quite some time), it seems the higher-ups have taken some interest in Taylor. Not entirely undeserved, after her actions at the shelter, though I don’t know how much they’d know about that at this point.
There’s also a chance Armmaster told the other two about his previous encounters with Taylor, and about her supposed undercover recon mission. It’ll be interesting to see what Legend has to say about that if he did.
“Wait, what? Why do I need my head clear to talk to them? Why are they talking to me?”
“Mmm. I can feel your emotions in your body, hormones and altered chemical balances. You’re scared.”
Yeah… First she’s been worried that she’s getting arrested, and now the leader of the organization that would do the arresting wants to talk to her in person?
I’m more optimistic about it, but I understand why Taylor would be a bit concerned.
“Damn right, I’m scared – ouch. Fuck, that stung.” My leg jerked.
“It’s going to happen any time my concentration slips. Best to stay quiet.”
Heh. I can’t tell if Pan’s being sincere here or she just wants Taylor to shut the fuck up already.
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