“Until?” Regent asked.
Until everything goes to hell.
“They’re bombing the area,” I explained.
Tattletale, Sundancer and Trickster found seats on Bentley’s back. Bitch climbed up behind me. Imp materialized, for lack of a better word, dropping the effect of her power.
Hah. Hey there, Imp.
That left her and Ballistic.
Okay, so what you do is you let Ballistic launch Imp into the sky and–
*gets clocked in the face by Grue*
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