Weld nodded. I blinked a few times in surprise. Tattletale hadn’t gone into this, hadn’t anticipated it. Weld had just tried to trip up Regent/Shadow Stalker, and Regent had anticipated it. A bullet dodged.
Oh, okay. But in that case he’s stuck if Weld asks “Then who was it?”
I saw we were passing by a front desk. I’d never been in the building, but I had passed by it a few times. It was surprisingly empty. There weren’t many PRT uniforms around, either.
Huh. Got business out of the building, perhaps?
“Who was it, then?” Weld asked. It took me a second to parse what he meant.
Hah! I got the placement of the “then” wrong, but other than that I totally called it.
Shadow Stalker groaned, “Fuck off! It’s me.”
“Hey,” he turned, putting one hand on her shoulder to stop her mid-stride. “Who was it?”
He’s smart, and he’s thorough, and he’s probably read Regent’s file and knows what he can do. And the PRT knows that Tattletale has a way with knowing some things she shouldn’t, such as passwords.
She glanced at the group. Clockblocker, Kid Win, Vista, and the girl from the Endbringer fight who called herself Flechette.
Think fast. Who would Shadow Stalker attack?
Or, let me rephrase that. Out of three mid-late teens and one early teen, who would a humongous asshole target?
“Clockblocker,” she guessed.
Fuck.
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