Which left me in the gift shop with Dragon.
“I have a sworn responsibility to protect that data,” she said as she turned her attention to me. She sounded surprisingly normal. Her voice was clearly digitized, but it was still too human to match the massive metal frame.
Heh.
“Can’t help you there. One of my teammates has it.”
“Where are they taking it?”
On one hand, of course Taylor isn’t going to volunteer that willingly.
On another, she’s being interrogated by a sysadmin. If she wants to know where her precious data is going…
I stayed silent.
“Your teammates left you behind. I’ve read the file on what happened after the Endbringer attack. Hard feelings?”
Correction: “teammate”, singular.
“Something like that.”
“If they aren’t going to be loyal to you, why protect them?”
Dragon does seem to be assuming that this is a thing with the entire team. If not for the clear difference between Bitch and the rest of the team from Taylor’s perspective, this might’ve worked.
Because someone else was depending on it. But I wasn’t going to say that out loud.
…are you talking about Dinah? I suppose that’s fair.
The whine of the lightning gun increased by an octave. I saw Dragon’s upper body shift in reaction.
Oh right, that thing is still going. Sheesh, how long until it explodes?
“Move the insects away from my suit, now,” Dragon ordered me.
“Why would I-”
“Now,” she ordered, and there was an urgency in her tone that banished any suspicion on my part that there was a ruse or that somehow it might serve my interest to disobey. I withdrew my bugs, but I kept them poised to return if needed.
Yeeah, probably best to get out of the way before that gun becomes a zappy firework.
If you’re lucky, she’ll unfoam you to make sure you’re safe from it, too.
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