There was no reply to that, but a moment later, someone picked me up and started carrying me. I maintained deep breaths, kept my body limp. A few bugs congregated on me and the uniforms moving us, and I didn’t do anything to dismiss them. Maybe they would distract the uniform from the fact that any of us were still conscious.
Nice.
I was placed on the cool metal floor of the containment vehicle, my hands cuffed behind my back. A few seconds later, someone was thrown over top of my upper body. Too light to be Grue or Bitch. It would be Imp or Regent.
Hiya!
The metal doors slammed shut and locked with an audible shift of internal machinery.
So many ways this could go wrong.
Oh, absolutely, and I’m saying that while only having an idea about approximately one more step of your plan – “Shadow Stalker” letting you out within the place you’re going to. I’m not even 100% sure about that one and it’s still obvious that there are lots of ways this could backfire.
We had safeguards, of course, including but not being limited to Coil’s assistance. Still, there was something profoundly unsettling about allowing myself to be cuffed and imprisoned.
I suppose Coil’s assistance in this case amounts to not having done it at all if they fail, unless this is a super critical mission. So in that case they’ve essentially got plot armor in that this being canon means Coil will decide it was canon. Also, they already have the unspoken plan guarantee, which counts for a lot even in a seat-of-your-pants narrative.
That doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll be a total success, of course.
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