Flechette caught the device Shadow Stalker threw to her. Investigation revealed it to be a small, thin, round device with a single button on top. “Haven’t seen one of these since training.”
Hm, now what’s this?
“Times like this call for ’em. City wants us on patrol, not sitting around with our thumbs up our asses, waiting for the cops to cart these fuckers off,” Shadow Stalker kicked one man in the side, so he flopped over onto his back, no longer face down in the water. He grunted.
Ah, so it’s a button that calls in a retrieval team to the current location, then.
Flechette winced. That girl is a little too comfortable with violence for my tastes.
I’m glad you agree.
While Shadow Stalker ensured that the man with the cuts on his neck wasn’t bleeding out,
I can’t help but think of Victoria in Interlude 2, because I’m pretty sure the main reason Stalker is bothering to do this is that it would look bad and get her in trouble if she killed someone unnecessarily.
Flechette loaded another bolt into her arbalest and fired it into a spot on the wall, two floors up.
Shouldn’t one of you check on the victim before going? Or did she run off in a sentence I didn’t focus enough on?
She walked briskly to the two men that had just been darted. She bent down and used her left hand to wind the coil of the restraint device around his left foot, then did the same for the next man’s right foot.
Oh, she wasn’t getting ready to leave, never mind.
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