“Tattletale?” I asked, the second she picked up.
“She’s still down there.” Tattletale replied.
“Why? Hurt?”
I doubt that.
“Don’t know. Planning her next move? Don’t get the impression she’s tunneling.”
I like how we’re getting a “second opinion” on these things.
“My bugs don’t either. Hey, I’m wondering if Siberian can affect her real self? Why doesn’t she just grab him and run?”
“Good question. But that’s not our real concern.”
Then what is?
“What is?”
“Them.”
…fuck, did we just run right into the battle with the other Nine? Or did the Protectorate show up?
It took three or four seconds before I saw them arrive, stepping through the mist to stop a distance from the hole. Identical costumes, all-concealing, with gas mask filters on the front and tinted panes for the upper faces.
Fuck, they did. This is very bad, because it means it’s only a matter of time before Bakuda’s bombs come into play.
Each was color coded. Four flew, one using a jetpack. One was on the ground, a style of super-speed I recognized as Battery’s. Rounding out their group was the ghostly image of a bear. Ursa something, from Legend’s squad.
Ghostly bear, sounds about right.
Also how did they expect the Nine not to recognize that one by the power??
She had three forms, or she duplicated herself into three states, or something. I wasn’t sure about the naming convention.
…interesting. So it’s kind of a hivemind between three different ghostly bodies, then? Or is the word “duplicated” a bit misleading here?
One for the big bear, one for the small, and one for the woman.
An Ursa Major and an Ursa Minor. Nice.
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