Maybe the Undersiders want access to the PRT/Ward computer system for some reason?
The next thing I knew, I was being slammed into a wall, hard. For one moment I thought it was Weld, but I heard the snarling of the dogs and the noise of impacts. I knew Weld would have hit me harder.
Hm. What now?
No, it was Bitch.
Not the time, Bitch, unless you’re saving Taylor from something but not caring if you hurt her with the amount of force you’re using.
“You do not give orders to my dogs!” she growled in my ear. “You do not get a say in whether they are good or bad! Do that again and I will order them to chew you up and spit you out!”
Cod damn.
I suppose Bitch not wanting Taylor to override her commands is fair to some extent, but this is clearly about more than that.
Still. Not the time.
“Bitch!” Tattletale shouted, I could almost see her out of the corner of my eye, cringing at the pain shouting caused her. She still had the crossbow bolt sticking out of her shoulder, “Not the time!”
Ahahaha
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