Anyway, let’s get back to the less hooved side of things.
“Team?” She hated the short answers that were coming out of her mouth, the way that they were uncertain and they put her on weaker footing.
Ah, yes, confusion. Not a good emotion when you want to appear strong.
The woman’s response carried over the flooded street, through the growls that slowly ratcheted up from the dogs as the stranger approached their owner, “The Nine. We have only eight, not enough. So some of us are picking people. Then we test them. I picked you, and I like what I’ve seen.
I’ve been watching you for weeks, now.” She smiled again.
That’s… how long has it been since Sentinel?
Also, I’m beginning to catch on to Siberian’s speech patterns. She can speak well enough, but she does tend towards simple sentences.
Thirdly, it sounds like there’s going to be some competition here, with multiple people being picked as potential ninth members. It’s entirely possible that’s what the testing is – a battle much like the one at the mall, but with fewer people and more powers. Last one alive gets to be the new member.
Has to be a lie, Bitch thought. Her dogs would have noticed someone following her, wouldn’t they?
I dunno, tigers can be pretty damn stealthy.
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