“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
She nodded.
“I’m going to bind her now. If it doesn’t work, or if she has a way of breaking free, we should run, with the decoys for cover.”
Alright, so it’s a her.
That might be a good thing.
Tattletale just smiled.
The bugs swarmed our pursuer. I’d minimized the number of bugs on them, just to be safe, with the drawback that I wasn’t getting a full picture of who they were. The bugs couldn’t get to her flesh to sting or bite her, but they were telling me she was female in general shape.
Victoria?
I had them deploy the silk they had prepared. I focused my efforts on her arms and legs. It took only a couple of seconds to get the threads in place.
Nice work.
She tripped as the silk went taut mid-stride. Raising one hand to try to catch herself, she found silk threads hampering those movements as well. To avoid landing face first, she twisted herself in mid-air so she hit the ground with her shoulder instead.
There is the issue that if it’s Victoria, she should be able to fly, probably.
“Got her,” I said. “Let’s keep going. We can lose her.”
“We should investigate,” Grue said. “Make sure she isn’t a threat, and deal with her if she is.”
Hell, maybe she can even help.
“With this miasma affecting us, there’s no way to be sure of exactly of just who we’re dealing with,” I pointed out.
“We have Tattletale. She can tell us if this person’s a member of the Slaughterhouse Nine.”
Probably, yeah.
“Tattletale’s not-”
I stopped. Where had that come from?
Informational muscle memory! Things you’re used to saying, that come out of their own accord under certain circumstances!
If they can find more of those, they might be useful.
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