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"...In and out Tattletale. That's what the job was supposed to be." Grue jabbed an accusing finger at her.

"And that's what the job was. I didn't expect fucking Armsmaster to get involved!" she shot back.

Grue's hand folded into a fist that he held at his side, "Your job is to know things, that's what you do. You give us the information we need, and we make sure we use it right."

Tattletale folded her arms, "No one's perfect, Grue, not even me."

Regent got between them, "Look, as much as I love playing the blame game, I think the real question to ask is what the fuck Tattletale was thinking taking the Director of the Wards hostage."

"Now they'll definitely keep hounding us." Hellhound agreed.

Tattletale sighed, "Look, this isn't the time for this. You wanna get angry at me? Get angry at me when this is all over. Until then, back the fuck off."

She spun on her heel and started marching back towards me, ignoring Grue calling after her. I stiffened as she walked up to me, arms folded. She gave me the once over, her glassy green eyes flicking up and down my naked body. I instinctively grabbed at the purse.

Inside I knew, was a sheet of Unseen Stickers. If I used them right, I could probably sneak out without any issue. Only fear of getting caught using them had stopped me from slapping one on. So for now I had to bide my time until the moment came to me. Until then, I'd have to humor Tattletale and the Undersiders.

"So..." the woman finally spoke up, folding her arms and rubbing her chin, her face an expression of thought.