Her scream sounded through the intercom system, “That’s just more poking and prodding and theories! You promised us you’d fix me!”
The first step to fixing a problem is identifying it, Noelle. He’s working on it.
Punctuating her statement, there was a bone-rattling impact against the vault door. Almost every soldier on the lower level stood or turned to face the doorway, hands on their guns. Dust spilled out from the joins where the concrete walls met ceiling.
Hm. Looks like whatever this is made her strong enough to actually warrant that door.
Irritating. Nothing more was going to come out of this conversation. At least he knew the one thing he’d sought to find out: she was getting worse. He used his power, obviating the reality with the raging girl in favor of the one where he was talking to his soldiers.
Well, okay then.
At least Trickster gets his beauty sleep.
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