“No. Your gun thing there saved my skin. The real problem was…” I trailed off. I still had the baton in my hand – the residual containment foam meant I’d probably have to peel the glove away from the weapon. I clenched the weapon tight.
Whoops.
The real problem was Bitch, right?
We sat in silence for nearly ten minutes before the rest arrived as a massed group.
I guess Taylor decided she didn’t want or need to finish that sentence, and Lisa decided not to push Taylor on it.
Shadow Stalker was limping, and two of the dogs were their normal size, draped across Bentley’s back, but everyone was more or less intact.
I like that they’re still taking Shadow Stalker with them. She can continue to be an advantage for as long as Regent can sustain control… which seems like it might be indefinitely, but I wouldn’t be surprised if sleeping (or getting knocked out) cuts the bond. Maybe they’ll have Shadow Stalker locked up somewhere (electrified, naturally) while Regent sleeps, or something.
Bitch’s eyes widened fractionally as she saw me.
What’s up, Bitch? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. 😉
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