“I’ve heard of him yes. A sick and twisted stowaway who views surgery as more an art than a practice. I tell you, I am nothing like him!”
The scientist scoffed.
“Such a weapon will be perfect to slay the heretics we face. You’re a good man with a good mind I say.”
“Then you’re a sensible mind. Anyone who picked a side on such a pointless conflict is nothing but mad. And that means a lot coming from me! AHAHAHAHA!”
Pipebomb cackled to himself.
“Go to hell.”
Starchaser groaned. Her head firmly planted on the bar table.
The junkion merely shrugged.
“I’ve heard worse.”
He then looked back to Halfrunner.
“Now about those rounds.”
Thrust glanced at it.
“We’re losing time.” He said to his brothers. “Hopefully this quest of ours can succeed…”
Vigor snorts. “What’s the alternative? It’s either succeed or die in multiple horrible fashions.”
SideStep began to shake his head, then paused.
“Actually… I could use your help with our little spy problem.”
“I’m not exactly sure how to catch him, or her, in the act. We’ve been monitoring their nest and trying to see what they’re up to, but so far it’s just relaying information to Bludgeon. Basically, we don’t have anything besides where their nest is.”
“We also know their exact color of eye… but there’s so many of us here with the same color that it hardly narrows it down.”
SideStep pulled up an image of the specific shade of red.
“Alright, alright,” she says. “He likes running the ‘misunderstood genius’ con too, is all.”
“Now, now, sir,” Thrift laughs. “flattery with not earn you a discount!”
“_Right,” Halfrunner says, reaching under the bar to pull out a bottle of engex. He pours the contents into a pair of shot glasses, and hands them to Pipebomb and Starchaser.
“But there is a great difference between he and I. Facelift works for his own sick and twisted desires. I meanwhile want nothing more than to further the progress of our kind.”
Broadwing laughed to himself.
“Very well. That being said, what is your price?”
Pipebomb enjoyed his glass gradually. Savoring it. Whereas Starchaser quickly downed it all in one go before slamming it back down.
“Another. Make it stronger.”
She said.
“Woah there. What’s the rush?”
Pipebomb asked, leaning back in his seat.
“There’s something I need to forget.”
“Ah. I’ve been there. Though I can’t remember exactly when! HAH!”
Starchaser glared at the junkion, not finding the joke all that funny.
Broadwing took it and put it on. He deployed it, and cracked the whip in the air, just to give it a test.
She downs it just as quickly as the last.
“You know, I’m never one to question other’s drinking habits. But at least I take time to enjoy the stuff.”
Pipebomb said.
“What exactly has you so troubled?”
“Believe me. You don’t want to know.”
She replied sternly. Then turning back to Halfrunner…
“Another!”
Pipebomb sighed.
“I’ll be sure to cover her bill. I doubt she’ll be coherent enough to do it herself when she’s done.”
“The problem is we don’t know much about what they look like.” Zepar said, “We’re looking for a needle in a haystack with no idea which haystack it could be in.”
“Just add that to the list of issues.” SideStep said.
“I was thinking about doing a stakeout, trying to catch the spy in action, but… if he knows this much about us, I doubt he’ll have a hard time figuring out what we’re up to.”