We Know Where You Sleep Now

Mark felt soft wool pressed up against his chest, and Aubrey's hair was wrapped around his waist. His arm was draped lazily over Aubrey. The two were both still naked as Aubrey wiggled her butt up against his crotch, her little sheep’s tail twitching in contentment. Mark leaned forward and playfully nibbled one of the ears on top of Aubrey’s head.

Aubrey’s butt wiggles were getting Mark hard, and he was surprised when Aubrey’s hair gently guided his dick between her thighs. Not missing the invitation, he repositioned slightly and gently slipped into her, finding her incredibly wet. Aubrey let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure. “Yes, right baaaa.”

Mark ran his hand along her side as his lower arm slid up and grabbed onto her horn, pulling her down as he rhythmically thrust deep inside her.

“Ba, Baa, baaaa baaaa.”

Mark smirked at the pleasure he heard in those baas. The two continued their slow, intimate coupling. Mark whispered, “I’d love to wake up like this next to you every day.”

“Ba baa.” Aubrey tightened around his cock, causing him to climax. Aubrey’s eyes fluttered as she relaxed contentedly into him. Aubrey put a hand on her belly. “Ba baa’a baaaaaa b’a baaaaaaa.”

Mark chuckled. “Yeah, I didn’t understand that at all.”

Aubrey took a minute to collect herself. “I said, I can’t believe I’m pregnant. I’m certain of it too.” Mark saw a folded note card appear on the bedside table.

“Could you grab that? If Cassandra is sending us a note, it’s probably important.”

Aubrey used a tendril of hair to swipe the note off the table and passed it to Mark. Closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Mark read the note, and his heart started racing.

Aubrey felt it pounding against his back. “What’s the note say?”

“Um… triplets…” Mark felt Aubrey’s hair tighten around his waist considerably, as she was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Seriously…?” Aubrey sounded so hopeful.

Mark just nodded. “That makes seven.”

Aubrey loosened her hair and then gently squeezed him like a hug. “I already told you, we’ll be okay.”

Mark replied, “You’re not the one who’s going to have several women giving birth to their children at the same time. You, Allie, and Isa all got pregnant within a few days of each other. I’m willing to bet that Talia’s Anime Physics transformation will cause all of you to go into labor within a few hours of each other. Who am I supposed to sit with?”

Aubrey started laughing as she stretched her arms. “Oh, you’re so screwed. You only have two hands.”

Mark squeezed her tightly between his arms as he sat up. “What was that? I think I just heard you say you want me to hold Allie and Isa’s hands instead of yours.” Mark kissed her neck.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “Well, with any luck, you’ll have two bodies, meaning you’ll have a hand to spare for Chloe.”

“Please don’t joke about that.”

Aubrey said, “I’m not joking, especially as I’m pretty sure you’ve left her pregnancy chance where it was at after the other day.”

Mark did not respond to that as he got up and dressed.

Aubrey pulled her hair back and started having it style itself into an intricate braid. “Or have you changed your mind about that?”

Mark was doing a great impression of a mute.

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “Whatever, just maybe complain a little bit less about the hardships you’re creating for yourself. We should get you to Hilde and Ellen so they can finish repairing your rulebook glitch.”

“Sure,” Mark replied, while gently smacking Aubrey’s butt, eliciting a pleasurable baa from Aubrey.

“Mark!” But she grinned back at him.

So the pair went to the lounge to meet up with the others for breakfast.

---

The morning was mostly uneventful in the lair. Kitty had her morning meal of cum from Meribelle. Hilde tried and failed to get her favorite meal under the table from Mark. The main topic of conversation was what to do today. There was talk about doing another dungeon and planting the envy idol.

Merida said, “Sae, we plant the envy idol, get a sample o' the infected. Chloe makes the payload, an' then we place the device either in a major population center or as a defensive measure near the entrance tae the lair.”

Chloe replied, “I already said I don’t want to use that on the other team.”

Hilde replied, “How is this different than infection darts or arrows? You gave Kitty several arrows that could infect the other team.”

“I don’t know; it just feels different,” Chloe replied.

Kitty replied, “Well, I think Mark should be the one to use the device. If he does, he should get credit for any incapacitations from it.”

Mark looked up from his plate and across the table. “No.”

Hilde groaned, “Master! Seriously? Infecting the other team with the idol plagues is clearly an intended part of the challenge. I thought you were going to be fair about this.”

Mark chewed on a piece of bacon. “I don’t disagree about that. I’m not even going to stop you from using it as a trap, as I checked and there isn’t any actual harm from it, but I’m not going to be the trigger man for it.”

Hilde scowled as she wanted to say more.

Kitty said it for her. “So, you’ll just let the other you win in terms of points? Or will you take Ellen back to your room to swipe the dragon transformation from yourself?”

Mark held up a hand to forestall that line of conversation. “I checked with Hilde’s boon; that won’t work…” Mark paused uncomfortably. “I could get it if she copied Sam, but I hope no one is going to be so stupid as to seriously suggest that.”

Hilde squinted her eyes at Mark, examining his transformation. “Oh, he’s right. He could copy… actually wait, no… Cassandra prevented that specifically. Probably to stop recursion.”

“As for your point, Kitty, about letting the other me win in terms of points. Right now the points from that trap will be going to Chloe if she gets anyone with it. Is anyone else going to be donating their points to me? Because that’s always an option. You could all transfer your magic gear to me, which I’m sure would result in me beating out my counterpart. Of course that would result in you personally placing lower in the challenge.”

Kitty replied, “So, you’re declining because you view it as kill stealing?”

Mark shrugged, “Close enough. Chloe was back here at base crafting, and while she got some points from the base construction quests, she’s behind half the team. The only reason she’s as far ahead of Hilde as she is is that she used a favor that got her that crafting hammer, and she got a larger chunk of bonus CP from incaping Sam and from the Eros dungeon at the beginning. Otherwise she’d only be beating Ellen, who was incapped herself for several days.”

Chloe said, “I appreciate that, Mark. I still don’t want to use it myself.”

Kitty said, “There, see, it won’t be used then. You might as well.”

Chloe scowled. “If I refuse to use it, would you, Mark?”

Mark considered it. “Yeah, probably. Look, I checked; the infected have no lasting ill effects done to them. At most you’ll might be a bit embarrassed.”

Symbietta took over Ellen’s body and said, “I don’t know about that. It felt like I was going to attack Mira when I took off, while infected with the gluttony plague.”

Mark nodded. “Sure, but it wouldn’t have been sexually.”

Symbietta looked extremely skeptical. “I felt super horny and definitely wanted sex; that’s what I was feeling from them.”

Mark sighed, “Symbietta, you can mentally communicate with Ellen and Lucia, right?” She nodded. “Now my understanding is that one of those personalities was overcome by the infection and then the other, correct?” Another nod. “Why weren’t you?”

“I… That…” Symbietta was at a loss for words.

“It’s because you aren’t Ellen; you’ve bonded with her, can feel what she feels, but you aren’t her. You weren’t infected. It’s why you were able to remain rational and control her to some degree.” Mark explained.

Ellen took back control and asked, “Is that what you were doing yesterday on your phone while waiting out the cooldown to continue working on the glitches? Messaging Cassandra?”

“Yes.” He confirmed. “If Symbietta hadn’t intervened, you would have attacked the others, but it wouldn’t have been significantly different than if you punched someone on the other team.”

Chloe said, “It still feels weird dropping a plague bomb on the other team.”

Mark countered, “Weirder than launching meteors of lust from the sky? Which is apparently a thing Laura can do now, according to the orcs. The way I see it, this is just your high-level, AOE, long-cooldown ability. Except that you had to gather the ingredients and actually spend time building the device. I’m not going to make you use it, but infecting people, both NPCs and the other team, was clearly an intended part of this challenge.”

Mira appeared in an empty chair at the table, emerging from Merida’s tails. “Look, I get your fucking point here, Mark. I really fucking do. Same with everyone else. If it were practically anyone else being a fucking pussy, I’d tell the bitch to stop being a little bitch and nuke the enemy team with the damn thing, but seriously don’t push Chloe. I know you all aren’t the same damn people, but there are enough similarities that all of you and my versions of all of you aren’t that far apart.”

Chloe was staring at Mira partly in bewilderment and gratitude at her support, but also with a healthy amount of eye-fucking as Mark had called it, to Aubrey the previous day. Aubrey noticed and discreetly pinched Chloe’s ass with her hair, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her girlfriend and causing Chloe to stop staring at Mira.

Merida looked to Mira, “Could ye, dae it? Finish the bomb?”

Mira considered, “Probably.”

Hilde replied, “It’s a moot point anyway, as we wanted a new plague with an active curse to be included in the payload, so it couldn’t be as easily cured. So we need to plant an idol for that to happen.”

Merida replied, “Well, there’s some guid news on that front. The place we’re supposed tae place the Envy idol isnae that far frae where the next idol’s located. The bad news is the next idol is the idol o' wrath.”

Hilde quirked an eyebrow. “Why is that a bad thing?”

Merida sighed, “'Cause it's likely gonna be a lot o' fightin'. The fact that it's rated such that we oughtae be bringin' sax o' the seven o' us disnae fill me wi' a lot o' confidence. Especially after hearin' how Aubrey went doon when the last dungeon was rated for four, even if Mark could get her back up.”

Aubrey said, “Well, what about trying to assassinate some of those on the other team?”

Kitty growled, “Aubrey, I told you yesterday I’m not going to do that.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes. “Fine, but both Ellen and Merida have stealth abilities. It doesn’t have to be you. Actually, come to think of it, Mark, you have a copy of Kitty’s boon too, right?” Mark nodded.

Hilde nixed the idea. “Personally, I don’t think that’s a great idea. Talia has gotten really strong, and if she gets line of sight on any of us, that’s game over.”

“So just target her.” Aubrey retorted.

The argument over what to do continued over breakfast for a while, with Mark deftly avoiding taking part as much as possible. Nearly an hour after breakfast, Merida said, “Right, sae it’s decided. We’re no' gonna try an' infiltrate the palace tae assassinate onybody. We’re gonna focus on makin' sure the idol goes off properly an' constructin' mair defensive measures. If they try tae stop the idol frae goin' off, we’ll fend them off as best we can. After that, Mira’ll finish the bomb, since Chloe doesnae want tae, an' hopefully Mark’s rulebook’ll be completely back tae normal by then. We arenae daein' the wrath dungeon. I ken none o' ye are completely happy wi' this plan, but tough—I’m in charge, an' this is my call.”

Just as everyone stood to get to work for the day, a loud rumble echoed from the ritual chamber. “Champions…” Smug’s voice echoed throughout the room. “Cassandra’s Heroes will have the location of the lair in a few more hours at most. They are currently repairing the last temple of Cassandra. When they finish the repairs, Cassandra will be able to tell them the exact position of the lair. Prepare yourselves, as it is no longer possible to prevent them from finishing repairs on the final temple.” The rumbling ceased.

“GOD DAMNIT!” Merida swore. “Aricht, slight change o' plans. Merigold, take Kitty, Mark, an' Ellen right now, then come back here, an' you three are tae plant the statue. If they’re in the middle o' somethin', this might be our only chance tae get the idol activated. As soon as it’s activated, we need tae finish the bomb an' use it, or we’re utterly fucked. Nae way we last for three mair days if they ken where we are. Move it! Now!”

Merigold didn’t hesitate, since those three had their gear ready, and teleported them as close to the idol site as possible.

Merida turned to Aubrey. “Inform the orcs, though they likely heard Smug too. Chloe, Mira, Hilde, come wi' me tae the lab. I’ve a surprise I need help finishin' before the ither team gets here.”

---

After a brief discussion, it was decided that Sadie would actually join Laura, Talia, and Mary at the Chastity Temple. This left Samantha as the only active team member back at the capital. Not that she minded, since she was looking forward to crossing swords with Little Miss-ter again.

Sam was a little disappointed they couldn’t convince Cassandra to bend the rules just a little and let Allie, Isa, and Brooke come watch her fight.

There was huge fanfare at her arrival, and like in most video games, even though she hadn’t scheduled the match ahead of time, the stadium was already packed, and Little Miss-ter was ready for her challenge.

As she walked towards the arena gate, Sam could hear Smug begin the introductions. “Now, ladies and gentlemen, do we have a treat for you! We have a returning champion, you know her, you love her, SHE’S THE AZURE DRAGON, SAMANTHA IRVING! Even if she is a Hero of Cassandra, does she stand a chance against her opponent today?” A hush came over the crowd. “Her opponent today has not fought a real bout in the arena in over four years, as none dared issue a challenge. This cool cat is unrivaled in the entire empire and is a renowned dragon slayer. That’s right, the Cat that will do anything for a price is here to defend the title of GRAND CHAMPION! WELCOME LITTLE MISS-ter!”

The two combatants walked out and slowly climbed the steps to the arena. Samantha saw that Little Miss-ter was wearing the same emerald green butler-esque outfit from the beginning of the round. Little Miss-ter stroked her magnificent mustache and said, “Lady Irving, it is a pleasure to meet again. Before we begin our duel, would you prefer we limit ourselves to blades or treat this as a fight to incapacitation or surrender?”

Staring at the cat-girl, Sam couldn’t get even the slightest hint of how strong her opponent truly was. She did get a prompt in front of her that listed the rewards for each scenario as well as the risks. After weighing her options, she replied, “As much as I’d like to go all out, we will soon learn the location of Smug’s lair; as such, I can’t afford to risk incapacitation in a duel with you, at least not at the level of risk that going all out would entail. So just martial skill.”

Little Miss-ter nodded their understanding. “Very well, and I wish you success in your endeavor against the Dragon Smug.”

Sam asked, “Why aren’t you assisting in the attack on their lair?”

Little Miss-ter candidly said, “Because no one is willing to pay my fee for such a job.”

Sam quirked an eyebrow. “And what is that fee?”

Little Miss-ter quirked her mouth slightly. “It depends on who’s asking. I told Empress Maja one million Empire Merit. Of course that would let me purchase her hand in marriage ten times over, so she said no. For you… Well, if you beat me going all out… I’d give the heroes a 99.9% discount on that price. Otherwise, I’d do it for the low, low price of… half of all your hoards.” The predatory grin on Little Miss-ter’s face made it obvious to Sam that it was simply a taunt to rile her up. Unfortunately, it was a particularly effective taunt as Sam reactively snarled at the cat-girl.

“I’m going to enjoy crushing you.” Sam snarled as she had mostly been tuning Smug out, but heard Smug finally begin the countdown for the match to start. The moment the bout began, Sam charged and was slightly surprised to find Little Miss-ter doing the same. Sam was shocked when, despite using her enhanced speed and strength, Little Miss-ter was keeping up with her. Sam got pissed when Little Miss-ter said, “Now, now, Lady Irving, you are leaving so many openings. Like here, here, and here.” Little Mister punctuated her words by thrusting her rapier right past Sam’s guard and landing solid blows with each strike.

Sam had thought she had improved enough to overcome this damnable cat, but it felt like she was being toyed with. So Sam decided to throw her opponent off slightly by doing something she could almost never recommend doing in a real melee fight. She stopped moving. Sam planted her feet firmly, raised her shield, and completely abandoned offense. That caused Little Miss-ter to frown, as Sam truly didn’t have that many openings despite the earlier taunts. When turtling like she was now, Sam’s few openings were gone.

The bout quickly morphed into a game of chicken and wits as Little Miss-ter decided to adopt a similar stance and only slowly moved around Sam. The bout continued for several minutes, during which it was mostly posturing and trying to slightly reposition their opponent, with only a few short exchanges of blades occurring.

Sam was confused about why Little Miss-ter was grinning. Until the cat-girl finally broke the standoff and charged once again, finding the slightest openings to strike at the straps of Sam’s shield, causing it to clatter uselessly to the ground.

Realizing her defense wouldn’t be as strong as her opponent's, Samantha abandoned defense at that point and went fully on offense. For every blow she landed, she took at least two in return. Luckily for Samantha, she had better armor and health recovery than her opponent.

To Sam’s disappointment, this fight wound up being decided based on her simply being durable enough to take the hits repeatedly and not because one of them was significantly more skilled than the other.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Little Miss-ter stroked her glorious mustache and said, “Congratulations, you’ve won. If we continued much longer, I would get incapacitated.”

Sam nodded in recognition to her opponent, but she wasn’t smiling. “Why do I get the feeling that if this fight wasn’t restricted to martial abilities, I’d be incapacitated right now?”

Little Miss-ter just grinned. “Because you recognize a threat when you see one.” The next moment, Little Miss-ter looked good as new, with all the damage and exhaustion vanishing in a fraction of a second from her body and gear. The cat-girl yawned. “I think I need a nap. Let me know if you’re interested in my services.”

The cat-girl turned and, with her tail swishing behind her, left the arena.

Sam turned and left as well, pointedly ignoring Smug’s announcer persona’s reaction to the ‘shocking’ turn of events.

Sam picked up her prize and headed back to the castle. When she arrived there, she was immediately met by Ethel. “Lady Irving, we have a problem. We just got a notification about the Champions of Smug trying to unleash another idol. We’re sending forces to try and stop its activation, but without aid we are doubtful we can be successful. Worse yet, due to the location of the church they are using for the corruption ritual, it will hit a sizable portion of our forces meant to aid in the assault on the enemy lair.”

“Damnit,” Sam said as she saw Allie, Isa, and Brooke join her in the courtyard. Sam held up a hand to forestall their questions. “Ethel, explain to them what you told me, while I do something.” Sam stepped slightly away and closed her eyes. “Umm… oh, most holy ass cheeks, please answer my prayer?”

Sam heard Laura chuckle over the newly formed connection. “Now that is the kind of reverence I can get behind from my girlfriends. Maybe you can teach Talia. What’s up, Sam? We just got to the orb room about ten minutes ago. This seems suspiciously timed…”

Talia cut in on the conversation, both surprising and annoying Laura. “Hey, that’s not my fault. Also, Laura, you really need to secure your connections better.”

Talia was kicked out of the divine call by Laura. Sam replied to Laura’s question. “The other team placed another idol. How long until you guys are done and can assist?”

“Umm… a few hours. How long before the idol goes off?”

Sam quickly checked with Ethel and then relayed the info to Laura. “A bit less than three hours now.”

Laura sighed, “You’re on your own this time. Sorry. We’d have to abandon the temple to come help you.”

“Can’t you leave Sadie to fill the orb while Mary, Talia, and you come help me?”

“Nope. Sorry, the rules of the temple would make it so we have to redo the temple tomorrow to finish it if we did that. Let them have the idol. Don’t risk getting incapacitated and/or captured.”

Sam sighed, “Fine. I could go out there and try to occupy some of them. Maybe hit them with my new breath weapon.” Sam could feel the flat stare Laura was giving her even if they weren’t together. “Okay, fine, I won’t; just hurry back.”

Sam turned to Ethel. “Sorry, Ethel, but it’s too risky for me to go without any of the other heroes, and they won’t be finished for several hours.”

Ethel nodded in understanding. “We believed that might be the case, so we are sending several of our more powerful individuals to try and stop the ritual.”

Sam said, “No. Don’t do that.” That caused Ethel to frown. Sam continued, “I understand that it’s distasteful, but you should instead give the order to move as much of our forces outside of the radius of effect, and definitely move all of our strongest outside of it. The citizenry can be saved after we stop Smug’s ritual.”

Ethel cringed slightly, clearly not liking the idea. “If… if you’re sure.”

“I am. I’m sorry, but this is a war, and sometimes there are casualties in war. Just be glad that in this case all of them are recoverable.”

Ethel hesitantly nodded and left to relay the instructions.

Allie, Brooke, and Isa came over. Isa asked, “You really think they shouldn’t even try to contest it?”

Sam nodded solemnly. “If they do and fail, all those forces will be infected and become enemies. We need to minimize that. I’m going to head to the front to help organize things. We’ll see if attacking today is going to happen or not.”

Sam got a kiss goodbye from Allie and a hug from Brooke before she transformed into a dragon and flew off south. Allie grabbed Isa’s paw. “You’re coming with me. You’ve got another eight orgasms to give me, so we can get those mittens off of you.” Brooke watched, amused, as Isa blushed and let Allie lead her away, with her tail wagging furiously behind her.

---

The group placing the idol were surprised that they encountered little resistance after stealthily removing the town guard. It looked like some troops were going to try to disrupt the plague, but they ended up retreating before making the attempt. Mark said to Kitty and Ellen. “I guess they don’t have that many people available to respond and don’t want to risk having anyone incapacitated or infected this close to the end.”

Kitty nodded. “That’s good news for us. Even if we don’t get as many people infected as we originally intended, we can still take some of the infected back with us to add the plague to our other infected. Ellen, you should probably take Mark away from here and return after the idol goes off. It only has about two minutes left before it does. I’ll stay and make sure nothing happens.”

Ellen transformed into Hilde and opened her storage space, having Mark step inside. She zipped out of the town they had placed the idol in, leaving Kitty waiting the remaining time out.

Once Ellen was far enough outside the blast radius, she was about to open her storage to let Mark out and work on the glitches some more, as thanks to the downtime while protecting the idol, the two of them had finished with the rulebook glitches, but that still left his points TF. She didn’t open her storage space, though, as everything seemed to freeze around her.

Cassandra appeared, floating about four feet off the ground, and had the angel wings behind her that she displayed as part of her goddess persona. “Champion of Smug, I am the Goddess Cassandra, and I can now see you. I know where your lair is as well, and soon so too will my Heroes. I offer you, the least of Smug’s champions, a path to redemption. In this critical hour, lend me your strength, and you shall be rewarded.”

Ellen looked at Cassandra in bewilderment. “Um… Okay, so… I’m confused. Cassandra, could you please explain what the hell is going on here?”

Cassandra floated to the ground, folded her wings behind her back, crossed her arms, and pouted. “Seriously! It’s called roleplaying! I thought at least the actress would stick to the script somewhat, but noooo.”

Ellen winced and said, “Sorry, but I’m just confused. What am I even being offered here?”

Cassandra sighed, “A chance to betray your team for personal gain.”

“You mean I’d get a bunch of challenge points or something? What does personal gain here mean? Will I still suffer the team penalty if my team loses because of my betrayal?”

“Yes, you are on the team you are on. If it loses, it loses, and you suffer the consequences of that. As for your rewards for betraying them. You’ll earn CP for incapacitating anyone on your team up to a maximum of half their level. You’ll also earn CP depending on your contributions to hampering your team. Regardless of whether you are discovered as a traitor or not, you will earn CP.”

“How much CP are we talking about?”

Cassandra tapped her chin. “Well, it isn’t an exact number, but easily 30+ CP, and that doesn’t count if you incapacitate anyone on your team. You also need not decide this second, but time is short.” With those final words, Cassandra vanished, leaving Ellen alone.

Ellen got several quest notifications, with the first one about handling the bomb Chloe had built, as soon as Cassandra left.

Lucia said, “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s a bad idea to consult Mark.”

Symbietta asked, “You’re not actually thinking of betraying your team, are you? They’re our friends.”

Lucia replied, “She… we are. Symbietta, the manner in which you stick around will be dependent on our transformations, and that depends on how well we do here.”

“Still, they’re our friends,” Symbietta replied.

Ellen said, “Look, I like them too, but I’m really worried about placing last.”

Symbietta got really testy. “NO! THEY. ARE. OUR. FRIENDS! You don’t betray friends! I’ll tattle!”

Ellen and Lucia were both alarmed to hear that. Ellen said, “Symbietta, you don’t understand how bad the transformations could be if we wind up in last—”

“I said NO!” Symbietta said, while mentally stamping her foot. “Besides, you’re being really stupid.”

Ellen asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“Simply that you’re being dumb. Yes, you could probably do fairly well by being a backstabbing bitch, but why bother when you can do just as well by not stabbing your team in the back?”

Ellen and Lucia both frowned at Symbietta swearing. Lucia questioned, “How?”

Symbietta let out a huff and turned her back on the other two mentally. “I’m not telling traitors anything. You’re lucky I’m not going to forcibly take control of our body. ”

Ellen and Lucia mentally sighed as they pursed their lips. Ellen gently said, “Symbietta… Telling us might convince us that there isn’t a good reason to take Cassandra’s offer.”

Symbietta let out a mental huff and continued to ignore them.

Ellen saw the idol activate in the distance. “Symbietta, please talk to us. We’re heading back towards Kitty soon.”

“If you want my help, let me have control,” Symbietta replied.

Ellen hesitated but ultimately did let Symbietta take over their body. She ran back and picked up Kitty. Mira teleported to them and then took them all back to base after Symbietta sent her a message with her ring.

Once back at base, Symbietta let Mark and Kitty out of her storage into the workshop, then she shifted to Samantha’s form. “I’m going to head out and cause some trouble.”

Merida said, “Could ye wait a wee bit? Mira can finish the payload an' then give ye the bomb. Oot o' everyone here, I think ye’re the best candidate tae have it.”

Symbietta paused and thought about it. “Sure. I can hold off.” So she got settled until the bomb was finished.