Nell listened carefully to his next words. "Obviously we can't get along when Seer's around, but as long as he's gone I don't see why we can't have a conversation," Walker said.
"What were you hired for?" She was loathe to sit down before this bigger, more dangerous entity did, but she wanted to communicate that she did not intend to be aggressive or flighty.
"You're asking because you want to know what we're supposed to be doing and what you aren't going to get away with?"
"Yes. I also want to know what you aren't allowed to get away with."
"Fair enough. We were hired to help Seer catch you. For whatever reason, he didn't want to pay for your talents. We were also hired to grab a few other people--"
A few? Nell thought, but she didn't interrupt.
"We aren't allowed to kill you or let you die, which is why you've got stitches instead of being dead."
Nell challenged, "The other day, when you guys broke a bunch of windows and took me from a hospital, I got zapped and beat up. Then someone groped me, and they threatened to gang rape me. Later, one of your guys took my wrench from me and beat me to a pulp with it. I'm more than hesitant to be thankful of the present situation considering the past." She gestured to the bruises on her face.
Walker listened to her grievances. "My sincere apologies. The field team is... was less than cultured. It's hard to find decent mercenaries."
Nell thought that was an oxymoron, but she said nothing to antagonize.
The man relaxed and sat in a chair across from Nell. "Honestly, I gave specific orders only for them to subdue you. Minimal force. Hence the shock batons, which apparently don't work on you the way they work on normal people. Most folks just feel pain and go limp. You, on the other hand..."
"Call it a superpower," Nell said tonelessly. She hadn't made up her mind as to whether electrical resistance at the cost of mind-numbing pain was a power or a weakness.
"What were you hired for?" She was loathe to sit down before this bigger, more dangerous entity did, but she wanted to communicate that she did not intend to be aggressive or flighty.
"You're asking because you want to know what we're supposed to be doing and what you aren't going to get away with?"
"Yes. I also want to know what you aren't allowed to get away with."
"Fair enough. We were hired to help Seer catch you. For whatever reason, he didn't want to pay for your talents. We were also hired to grab a few other people--"
A few? Nell thought, but she didn't interrupt.
"We aren't allowed to kill you or let you die, which is why you've got stitches instead of being dead."
Nell challenged, "The other day, when you guys broke a bunch of windows and took me from a hospital, I got zapped and beat up. Then someone groped me, and they threatened to gang rape me. Later, one of your guys took my wrench from me and beat me to a pulp with it. I'm more than hesitant to be thankful of the present situation considering the past." She gestured to the bruises on her face.
Walker listened to her grievances. "My sincere apologies. The field team is... was less than cultured. It's hard to find decent mercenaries."
Nell thought that was an oxymoron, but she said nothing to antagonize.
The man relaxed and sat in a chair across from Nell. "Honestly, I gave specific orders only for them to subdue you. Minimal force. Hence the shock batons, which apparently don't work on you the way they work on normal people. Most folks just feel pain and go limp. You, on the other hand..."
"Call it a superpower," Nell said tonelessly. She hadn't made up her mind as to whether electrical resistance at the cost of mind-numbing pain was a power or a weakness.
