Shaken, she gestured for Bentley to come to her, and climbed up onto his shoulders.
Well. At least she gave you time to think about it.
Let’s see what the other gift is, at the den, I guess.
Coughing, snorting water from her nostrils, she gave the order, “Home.”
Looks like Rachel has the same priorities.
Her thoughts were chaotic as she rode Bentley down the streets, a dull roar of too many things all at once, all too important to be ignored.
There’s a lot about Rachel that’s chaotic, but probably not quite in the same sense. 😛
At the same time, she didn’t want to think about them, didn’t want to put those pieces together, because she wasn’t sure she liked where they would lead.
Betrayal. Leaving the Undersiders. Breaking her loyalty to the team.
Joining a team with a crazy kindred spirit.
The gift Siberian left her. Some of her henchmen were at her den. More important, some of her dogs were there. Every minute the trip took left her more worried.
It’s entirely possible the henchmen are all dead.
Siberian probably left the dogs alone if she did do something like that in a way that allowed for her to.
She hopped off Bentley as they arrived at the building, shoving the doors open.
At least the building’s still standing. That’s a good sign.
Blood. Trails leading to Barker and Biter, who were on the ground floor, unconscious, still breathing.
Yeeeah, she totally did try to give Rachel the gift of freedom by cutting her Coil-provided shackles.
One of the girls, the one with veterinary training that Coil had sent to her, was sitting in one corner, nursing an arm that dangled at the wrong angle from the elbow, sobbing.
That’s, uh, not supposed to be like that.
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