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She raised an eyebrow, looking amused and a little annoyed. "Yes, I got that, Starchild. I don't have to like it, though."
In the light of the chamber, she would be able to see that Dali was in bad shape. He had scratches all over his chest plate and one eye had been...
She clamped her hand to her mouth as the sound of the door splintering filled the room. "I love you," she whispered before hanging up with a click.
"Fine."
"I'll manage, don't you fret."
She exhaled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Well... this blows."
"That's reassuring," Mo muttered. "I could drive, Aspen."
"Shh, shhh..." she hissed, taking a quick breath. "Please, please be quiet. I'm in, uh... I'm in the closet in my office right now, but...
"Let me have this."
She beamed, looking over her shoulder at him. "Then you couldn't wear them and they wouldn't be yours."
Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "My... my sister? I don't understand. Why me?"
"This unit is small. Only about six feet in diameter."
Poppy's voice was hushed and strained. "Francis... there's a guy at the lab and he has a gun." She took a shaking breath, and he would be able...
"What?"
She huffed before going back to the drawers. "It doesn't even have wing holes."
"I don't really understand," she said with a frown, tilting her head. "What can I do?"
Mo sighed. "You know I can't say it. It's just... it's how we... go."
Three months later, Francis would get a call at around 7:30 at night.
"Of course you."
"Wow. Vain."
