The man took the laptop, swallowed, and then offered a quick bob of his head. The others in the assembled group around Coil looked just as alarmed by what they’d overheard.
Yeah, no shit. A trustworthy source just told them there’s a good chance everyone’s going to die within the next three at worst, twenty at best years.
“We should contact the local heroes,” Grue spoke. “Let them know what’s up.”
Coil nodded, slowly, “I’ll look into it. That said, I think the numbers illustrate one thing. You are not equipped to fight that group. If you encounter them, you-“
Run. Run like the wind.
Wait, the wind doesn’t have legs.
“Sixty percent,” Dinah muttered.
“Sixty percent, pet?”
What, the chance that the Undersiders are going to run into the Slaughterhouse Nine? Or one of Coil’s groups in general?
“Sixty percent chance the Undersiders encounter some of those people.”
Yeeah, I doubt we’ll be seeing one of the timelines in the 40%.
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