“She is.”
“I’m here,” I confirmed.
“And Tattletale and Grue, of course.” She chuckled. “How amusing. Seems like I’m in high demand.”
Why, yes, your services are needed.
Now, the troubling thing is that high demand and low supply means high costs.
“They’re looking for Panacea,” Coil said. “Identifying her for us would be one way to achieve revenge on the Slaughterhouse Nine for turning on you.”
“Revenge? Not my interest in the slightest. I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve become the poster child for team loyalty.”
Pffft.
Coil paused, then said, “I’m prepared to offer you some enticements. I imagine your current quarters can’t be too comfortable.”
She’s in the Trainyard, right? So yeah, sounds about right.
“Don’t suppose these enticements will be hand delivered?”
Hah. Nice try.
“They will be provided by remote control, as your food has been.”
“Some headphones and music would be nice,” she said. “The sound of the waves banging on the hull is driving me crazy.”
Oh man, that’s relatable as fuck. Music is a necessity.
“Such could be arranged.”
“Nah, I’m totally fucking with you. Music, as if.”
You should totally throw that in, though, if your other enticements aren’t meant to lead to your escape.
There were too many things that seemed off. Cherish’s tone among them. I glanced around. The woman was still following us, throwing herself after decoys, verifying they were false, then retracing her steps.
Cherish’s tone seems normal to me. Maybe it’s just the paranoia and lack of familiarity making it seem off.
She was slowly closing in. I positioned Atlas so he would be ready to distract her if it came down to it.
Good call. Hell, you might even find out if she can fly, that way.
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