Tattletale turned to me, “Here, give me that. I’ll work on his arm.”
I duly handed over the cleaning solution and some antiseptic wipes. I heard Grue mutter, “Shit, I hope Cricket isn’t the type to put poison on her weapon.”
That would suck.
It would also explain her feeling less of a need to cut deep.
“Don’t say that!” I gasped, horrified.
“Not to worry, either of you,” Tattletale sounded exasperated. “My power says no.”
I nodded, but my heartbeat was still cranked up a notch from that momentary alarm. When I glanced up from the stash of medical stuff I’d grabbed from the ambulance to see how Tattletale was doing with Grue’s arm, I saw Grue’s skull-visor pointed at me. Was he looking at me? What was he thinking? What expression was on his face?
Maybe he’s studying how Taylor is reacting to him being hurt. Seeing how much she cares.
“I’m thinking guerrilla strikes,” Grue spoke, turning to Tattletale, “We have the dogs, we use their mobility to harass, catch any roaming groups off guard, take them down, disappear before reinforcements or heroes show.”
Hm, might work out. I do think we’re gonna have to directly fight Purity by the end of the Arc, though.
Tattletale shook her head, “One problem with that.”
She pointed at his chest. “You may not be poisoned, but you’ve lost some blood. I’d lay even money that you’d pass out if you did something as high exertion as riding the dogs.”
“Don’t take a bet with Tattle,” Regent chimed in, “She cheats.”
Hehe. I’m sure you’re talking from experience… in fact, didn’t the two of you bet on whether Taylor would show up for that second meeting?
“We need to end this fast,” Tattletale said. “Not just because of Grue’s injuries, but because Purity’s going to wipe out our neighborhood soon if someone doesn’t stop her. We take the most direct action we can.”
“Direct action,” I echoed her. I didn’t like the sound of that.
Straight to the source.