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While no one was looking, you decided to examine one of the unconscious Vultures. His mask was emotionless, and its beady little, piercing red eyes were a startling sight in any situation. The grounded thief had talons as sharp as swords, and an advanced propulsion system built into his large, metal wings.
You spotted a harness that had been carefully woven throughout his suit to prevent him from slipping out of it. The thick jacket he wore probably protected him against the wind chill he was flying high above the city.
You were considering removing his mask to check for any sensory tech, when you saw a glowing purple tube wrapping under his arm and towards his back. You turned him over, to find a small compartment between his wings.
You looked around, making sure that no one was watching, and tore the compartment open. Inside was a tiny capsule, filled with some sort of glowing purple substance. Judging by the wires that led in and out of the compartment, you could only assume that this little thing was the suit’s power source. You’ve never seen anything like it.
Snapping out of your trance, you pocketed the component and placed the Vulture back in his original position.
Soon afterward, everyone and everything important had been loaded into the trucks, and you were off.
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When you arrived at the drop-off location, your fellow crooks were cheering and exchanging barbs in a good-natured fashion. Apparently, it wasn’t common for most normal folk to face such opposition and still come out on top. And the reason for your collective success wasn’t a mystery to anyone.
Everyone knew that you were instrumental to the operation’s success, and they had no problem saying so. You caught an appreciative glance from Tombstone after Beetle briefed him on the mission’s specifics.
From the way they interacted with one another, you got the impression that she and him were much closer than anyone had initially thought. You weren’t sure if they were relatives, lovers or just close friends, but there was definitely something between them. All of a sudden, that warm, fuzzy feeling you got from receiving Tombstone’s approval was now replaced by a sinking, twisting knot in your stomach. You had sassed Beetle more than a few times on that op, not once considering that she was more than an overpaid minion to Tombstone. If either of them decided to take offense to that, you were in for a world of hurt. Strong as you may be, you had a feeling that Tombstone had the power to hurt you and anyone you loved, very badly.
(Cont.)
