Jack Slash noticed us, and his his eyes drifted around the arch that led from the parking garage to the wet outdoors.  He smiled, “This is not an exit.”

Well, clearly not, with the Slaughterhouse members in the way.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered, as I saw through the darkness to spot what Tattletale’s power had noticed first.

What? Bitch’s bruises from her run-in with Siberian?

Four of the Slaughterhouse Nine were stepping through the entrance of the parking garage.

…

Alright, yeah, that’s also worthy of “Shit.” “Oh fuck.”

Shit. Oh fuck.

The Siberian was in the lead, her waist-length hair blowing in the wind from outside, her eyes practically glowing in the gloom.

Coming to say hi to your nominee, Sibby?

Behind her, Jack Slash held Bonesaw’s hand as the young girl skipped to make it so she only walked on the yellow lines that divided the lanes.

Relatable.

They were accompanied by a young woman who might’ve been eighteen or so years old, who bore a striking resemblance to Alec.  Cherish.  None of them wore costumes.  The Siberian didn’t wear anything.  She was as nude as the day she’d been born, her skin patterned with stripes of alabaster white and jet black.

Quite a sight, all of them, aren’t they?

Did Bonesaw bring some of her chimeras too?

“Like a dog?” I asked.  In the corner of my eye, I could see Tattletale’s expression change as she looked at the dog, clearly realizing something.  As fast as I could turn her way to try and piece together what that was, something else got her attention.

Oh. Oh shit.

How did I not see that coming?

There’s only one step from “Bitch has a wolf pupy” to Tattle’s power telling her why Bitch has a wolf pupy, and that piece of info is not pleasant.

At least this means the Undersiders can have this realization before they get into an unexpected fight against the Slaughterhouse because of Bitch’s silence.

At least as long as Tattletale doesn’t remain silent for some reason. I could see not wanting to discuss it in front of the Travelers, but it needs to come out.

“Shit,” she breathed.  She clutched at my arm with one hand and at Bitch’s with the other, stepping back to pull us with her.  Bitch pulled her arm from Tattletale’s grip, looking angry at the invasion of personal space.

Oh, personal space is the least of your worries right now, Rachel.

What about Grue, is she going to pull him in too? Or is she already right next to him?

“I’m guessing you named him?” Regent asked, as I reached the top and stepped down onto solid ground.  I missed Bitch’s response.  Had she nodded?

“I was surprised you brought him tonight,” Grue said, being remarkably delicate about the fact that Bitch had undercut any presence our group had by bringing the cute ball of fluff.  It would have been better if he’d brought it up earlier, but he might have felt the same way I did about provoking Bitch before a major event, when she’d been so short tempered lately.

Yeah, I think he too knows to be cautious about that by now.

Also, I think undercutting the presence of the group is excusable when it comes with this sort of cuteness. :p

Of course, none of them know what it really signifies.

Bitch’s response was surprisingly verbose.  “Had to.  For the first year and a half, he’s going to be like a dog.  Need to train him as much as I can, get him used to me.  It’ll be too hard if I wait.”

“He’s going to be like a dog.”

So she’s not going to maintain the pretense that he is a dog. That might lead to some awkward questions. Like “How did you end up with a wolf pupy, anyway?”

“Softie.” Tattletale grinned.

“Are you coming back?” Trickster asked.

“How long will it be before Genesis is able to brief us on the meeting?”

Ah, yeah, that would probably get us some interesting information.

“Fifteen, twenty minutes?”

“Then we’ll be back to finish the strategy session,” Grue responded.

Sounds like it’s a thing for another chapter, unless we’re going for a minor time skip here.

Trickster turned to his teammates, “Mind giving Noelle and me a minute to talk?”  Sundancer and Ballistic stood.

Hm. Alright, I guess?

Joined by the two Travelers, we made our way up the disguised ladder to the second sub-level of the parking garage.  As one of the last to head up, I saw the adorable sight of Bitch managing the sleeping puppy, tucking it against her body with one arm so she could scale the ladder one-handed.

D’aww.

Don’t let her know that you just thought the word “adorable” about something she did, though.

As she reached the top, I could hear Sundancer cooing, “It’s so cute.  Is it a he or a she?”

However, she might be fine with one of her doggos – her wild doggo, in this case – being complimented like that.

Then again, she doesn’t like when people but dogs’ appearances above other things about them…

Let’s just see how it goes.

“He.”

“What’s his name?”

“Bastard.”

Pfft!

She would.