I asked, “Tattletale, do you know where the Nine are, specifically?”
She shook her head.
That would probably have been helpful, especially with Ballistic on the team. Boom, bunch of rubble over them.
“There’re people here. I’m counting thirty or so, but there could be twice that many. I haven’t even taken a serious look at the building the Nine are in, because I don’t want to alert them.”
Anyone who’s in that building is probably fucked already.
“Ignore them,” Trickster said. “This is risky enough without splitting our focus.”
That’s asking a hell of a lot out of miss “four out of maybe thirty didn’t make it so it wasn’t a victory” over here.
“If I know where the Nine are, I can tell these people where to run, give them a chance.”
“It’s not worth the risk,” Trickster stressed.
Trickster is to some extent taking over Grue’s role in Grue’s absence.
He glanced at his teammates, “There’s still five or six of the enemy in the area. If they see what you’re up to and get any advance warning we’re here, this all goes balls-up, and we suffer for it. Grue dies for it.”
I suppose so.
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