There was a pause.
“Comanche Six-six-two,” Shadow Stalker spoke.
Didn’t hear anything from Tattle. I guess either he has access to Sophia’s brain, or they had prepared for this.
Another pause.
“Alright,” Weld confirmed, “Pick ’em up and haul them into the holding cells.”
It was all I could do to stay still and not show my relief. Tattletale had anticipated this much, had drilled Regent on it, but she had been wrong in the past.
Phew. Alright, preparation it is, then. 🙂
Imp was lifted from on top of me, and Tattletale was picked up next, from right beside me.
I was among the last to get lifted off the floor of the truck. Shadow Stalker held me until a pair of PRT uniforms could haul me to my feet and lift me by my armpits, my feet dragging on the ground, my head hanging. I chanced a partial opening of my eyes, knowing my lenses would hide them, to sneak a sidelong peek at this ‘Weld’. Metal skin, metal hair, and a strange melted-junkyard texture to his shoulders. I’d crossed paths with him before the Endbringer event.
Yup! That’s the guy.
Pretty nice one too, maybe you should get to know him.
He spoke, his voice quiet enough that it was probably intended for just him and Sophia, “Where are the dogs?”
Another question they were prepared for.
“Tranquilized them, they didn’t go down. Ran when Hellhound dropped.”
Weld nodded, “This is good work, but it doesn’t excuse or make up for what happened earlier.”
Looks like Vista tattled. Fair enough.
The vagueness of that statement isn’t exactly helpful to Regent, though. Did Tattle know anything about this?
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