“They’re napping or something,” I said.
“Could be baiting you.”
The exact species of the worm is unclear, but it’s clearly attached to a hook of some variety.
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“And Bentley’s getting too small to help me make an exit.”
Things are really leaning towards “don’t poke the hornet’s nest” here.
“Atlas can manage with just me,” I told her.
“Going alone? No. Grue would kill me. It’s senseless.
Heh, he would.
I can call Coil, so we can get a squad of soldiers in place to try and take someone out. Or maybe we get the Director to bomb the area.”
I’m not sure they have any bombs left. And that’s a very… collateral damagey plan. Though I suppose not a lot of civilians live up here.
As for the soldiers, they’d probably take too long and not be able to do much against most of the people in there, as badass as they might be.
“Because that’s worked so well this far.”
Tattletale smiled a little. “What would you rather do? Going in is suicide. You’d be opening yourself up to Cherish’s power.”
Not to mention all the other killers who are supposedly in there.
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