She asks about Venus and Daisy

Velvet Vixen stops pacing, standing frozen by her window as McKenna’s voice comes through the receiver—calm, but with the faint edge of tension.

“We picked them up.”

Velvet Vixen’s breath catches.

“Venus and Daisy?”

“They were trying to flee the forest just as the trucks arrived. Covered in soot. Venus tried to talk her way out of it—claimed it was a ‘natural ecological event.’ But we ran her background. She’s wanted in three states for illegal genetic experimentation. She’ll be seeing the inside of a cell.”

Kendrick exhales, eyes drifting shut.

“And Daisy?”

“No priors. But we’ve got enough to hold her as an accomplice. She’ll do time. A couple years, maybe more if we dig up the right witness.”

Velvet Vixen doesn’t say anything right away.

There’s a silence.

Then McKenna’s voice softens.

“How are you doing, Vixen?”