“Hey!” Hookwolf growled, “What part of keep a low profile don’t you fucking understand?”
And within moments of Skidmark arriving we already have the first verbal conflict of the meeting.
Skidmark smirked, raising his chin to give it an arrogant tilt, “We did. My Squealer built a box that cancels out light and noise at a certain distance. Nice and in your face up close, almost invisible and silent when far away. Isn’t that right, baby?”
…okay, I’ll give you that one, that’s kinda neat.
Squealer just smiled. It probably wasn’t as sexy or cute as she thought it was. Aisha, when left to her own devices, was a pretty girl who dressed trashy. Squealer, I felt, was more of a trashy woman who dressed trashy.
One thing you do with trash is burn it. Taylor’s thoughts are already making good progress on that front.
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