“Tattletale!” I called out. “We got through!”
By the time Tattletale reached us, Regent and I had brought the door down. The lock was still extending from the handle to the frame, but we’d taken the door off its hinges, and we were free to pull the door open from the other side. We hurried into the stairwell and began heading back upstairs.
Nice.
“Fight upstairs is going south, we need to step in, fast,” Regent spoke.
Shit. Wait, it’s a fight again? Seems like something you should’ve mentioned before.
I felt out with my bugs to get a sense of where each of the combatants were, then nodded a hasty agreement. I began taking the stairs two at a time, though the gun I carried had to weigh a good thirty or forty pounds.
I suppose the gun could still come in handy upstairs. Probably worth it to bring it.
We were halfway up when we came across a pair of unconscious PRT officers. I looked at Tattletale.
“Imp did this,” she told Regent and me. “She went ahead, remember?”
“Who’s Imp?”
So is Tattletale actually immune, then?
It took me a few seconds to realize who she meant. Damn it, having to keep track of Imp and having her power throwing me off my stride was getting to be annoying.
Hehe.
The team prior to now had a kind of synergy, with the way my bugs and Tattletale’s power let us deal with Grue’s darkness, and how the dogs could smell opponents through it.
Yeah, it’s been a rather well-oiled machine. Imp’s power, on the other hand, is not well suited for teamwork in combat – it ends up more like the rest of the team is doing their thing and some mysterious horned girl shows up out of nowhere once in a while to accomplish the same goal.
She could do well as a solo cape compared to some of the other Undersiders, for that matter.
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