“There’s a kid calling himself Chariot. Been racing around the city with a powered suit that lets him move a hundred miles an hour.
Chariot, good name.
Speaking of people named Chariot, I finished watching the Little Witch Academia anime series the other night. It was epic, highly recommended.
Assault finally caught up with him last night, brought him into custody. Wound up calling the kid’s mom, got him to agree to talk to our recruiter. You. You’ll be meeting the kid in his home.”
Oh, okay. No ridiculous Roadrunner sequence with Kid Wile E. Fair enough.
“Why me?”
“Shared interests. You’re both tinkers. You have the best idea of how he thinks.”
On one hand, that makes sense. On another hand, we just had a whole bit about how Kid Win feels like an inadequate tinker.
This might be an uncomfortable experience for Kid.
Kid Win nodded. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what he was feeling. A measure of excitement at the idea of getting to talk to another tinker that wasn’t Armsmaster? Sure. Fear? Would he be replaced by a new tinker? It was an immature thing to be spooked about, he knew that, but that didn’t make it any less real.
I mean, it’s not really how this team works, is it? But yeah, I get it. Fears aren’t always rational, I know that well.
“Cool,” he spoke, by way of agreement.
“You convince him, it’ll look good to the guys upstairs,” Weld informed him.
Hey, that’s a neat bonus, at least. And also a bit of additional pressure.
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