“You here to make trouble?”
She shook her head, her helmet sparkling in the light cast by the setting sun. “I’m the Nine’s primary recruiter.
…smells like a lie.
Also didn’t she already make trouble?
I have an eye for people who can thrive among us, and I have brought more than five individuals on board. I thought long and hard before settling on you. I am not about to let you turn me down.”
I guess she really doesn’t care that he’s a racist, and if he tries to turn her down – because of the racism or otherwise – she’s bound to create more trouble.
So that was why she hadn’t hit the entire city with the blast, shattering the glass and maiming or killing hundreds.
Holy shit, does she really have that large a radius??
She hadn’t wanted to kill any prospective members, wanted to reserve her power for when it would be most dramatic.
Hm, I think it’s beginning to dawn on me what sort of bird she is – a peacock. Bold, dramatic and not to be messed with.
(Well, peahen, going by her gender, but a peacock is better for the metaphor. Don’t mess with a peahen either, though.)
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