“Thanks for the backup,” Flechette spat the words to Shadow Stalker.
“Told you, I don’t do the backup thing,”
…true.
Shadow Stalker bent over the unconscious man, turning his head to investigate his injuries. “He’ll live. Him and his buddies deserve what they got.”
Perhaps.
“That’s not your call to make.”
But yeah, Flechette has a point.
“Sure it is,” Shadow Stalker retrieved another restraint device and quickly strung the man up beneath a metal frame meant for an air conditioning unit. “Times like this, we’re cop, judge, jury and if it really comes down to it, executioner. We’re the ones with the power.”
“No. That’s wrong.”
Imagine if Taylor had heard this. She’d have a thing or two to think about it.
Also, remember those hypothetical parahuman supremacist organizations I’ve said I’m certain exist some places in the Wormverse? With this line, I could see Sophia potentially joining one of those at some point.
“Suppose we’ll have to agree to disagree,” Shadow Stalker turned her back, preparing another restraint device.
Flechette huffed, angry. She didn’t want to get into a shouting match, wasn’t sure what to say to convince the girl. “You can finish your patrol alone.”
I think that’s what Sophia wants anyway.
But yeah, sorry, Flechette. This one’s no good. You really are better off befriending Vista.
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