On the other side of the building, four people were gathered at one window. A grown man, two grown women, one of whom was nude, and a child.
Hello, there.
We still need one more, and it appears to be Mannequin.
A man clad in hard armor crouched in one corner, working with tools.
…who the… Colin, is that you?
There were enough cool bodies around them that I would’ve known who they were even if the body types hadn’t fit.
I mean, it could be Mannequin, but I wouldn’t have described him quite that way.
“Found them,” I said, pointing, “They’re watching.”
“They’re not stepping outside?” Trickster asked.
Not yet, apparently.
So if they’re watching, surely they’ve seen that Jack, Bonesaw, Crawler and Shatterbird appear to be the targets of the enemy fire, despite two of them being in the same room?
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