“I suppose we’re lucky to have this haven, here. So far. I dunno how long before someone I can’t scare off comes through.”
Someone like Hookwolf and his Chosen, perhaps. Or, hell, the Slaughterhouse Nine, cod forbid.
…suddenly I’m scared for Vista’s life.
“You have my number.”
Vista turned away as a third voice sounded in her ear. She stepped away from the conversation, shook her head a little to shake off the water that the steady rain was depositing on her.
Did we reach the meeting call?
Vista squeezed the earbud, “Sorry? I didn’t catch that?”
“Weld here. Kid Win has something to report, asked everyone to come in. Can you make it back here quickly?”
“Okay.”
We did. Time to wrap this up, I suppose.
But yeah, I’m legitimately worried that the Slaughterhouse Nine might attack the neighborhood Parian is guarding by the end of this Arc.
Which we may want a name for, by the way. Plush Paradise? Needlehaven? Yellowline?
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