“Cranston here,” the woman on the end of the line replied. “What can I do for you, Skitter?”
Oh yeah, that’s her contact at Coil’s base, right?
Cranston was the woman Coil had assigned to me, as he’d assigned employees to the others, so he wasn’t personally dealing with each of us when he had other things to focus on.
Yes.
“Need glasses. Coil has the prescription on file from when he got me my contacts.”
While I absolutely understand the desire to get away from the hell-bowls as soon as possible, there is a stated risk of Shatterbird getting out of Regent’s control.
Also, you’re going to need another pair of lenses, for your mask. The old corrective ones would’ve been caught in the Shattering, just like your glasses.
“I’ll have them for you by morning. Anything else?”
“No- wait. Yeah. Can you pass on a message to the PHQ?”
Ooh, I’m looking forward to seeing what choice words she has for them!
“Coil has contact information. Hookwolf’s contingent exchanged contact details with the other teams, including the PHQ.”
Nice.
“No. I mean, without going through Coil’s channels. I need to give them a message from me.”
Hmm. Might have to seek them out on your own.
“That can be arranged. I have a pen and paper, if you’d like me to take dictation.”
Alright, nice. Going into how she got this message to them outside of this phone call would probably be narratively pointless anyway.
“Tell them Burnscar’s dead and Bonesaw’s missing a pair of hands for at least a little while. Four and a half members left. If they were being honest about waiting for the right moment to strike, this is probably a good one.”
Oh yeah, that’s a good point! Let’s get them in on this at last.
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