Genosha: Pam, Billy, and Simon
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ax_mainThe Genoshan Magistrates are no match for a couple of trained teen assassins - that is, until they set up an ambush. Fortunately, Simon's available to be kidnapped to help.
It was probably weird, Pam reflected as she opened a portal at a run and skipped forward several yards to slash at the stomach of her next opponent, that she'd picked up her favorite new combat technique from watching Umbrella Academy on Netflix. Weird, but useful - and Number 5 was the best, no matter how you looked at it.
Or nearly the best. She was better, and so was Billy. Pam dropped and somersaulted backwards through another portal, avoiding the kick the injured magistrate had launched her way, and grinned as she sprang to her feet a few yards away from Billy.
"Having fun?" She asked as she threw a knife at another of the magistrates. Who weren't much of a challenge, so far, but Pyro'd said some of them were mutants. There was hope.
Billy was as straight-forward as ever, sticking to cover and launching and endless barrage of perfectly-aimed knives at their targets until there was an opening to move. "Hoping Goody isn't having a heart-attack," he quipped, referring to the cam feed Goody and Sage had insisted on.
"He'll be fine." Pam took a moment to wave for the camera before catching sight of another target and throwing a knife. "You figure Pietro's going to use the footage to make a montage for his social media shit?"
"So long as he keeps my face out of it, I don't care." Billy kept his cover for another heartbeat, tense and listening, but there was nothing. Not even groans of pain from the magistrates they'd felled, but that was to be expected. They'd been trained well, after all.
"I think this room's clear."
"Yeah, me too." Pam took a moment, rolled her neck and shoulders to loosen them up, then grinned at Billy. "Time to go find some more targets?"
Billy nodded. "I think we're going to have to go up a level. We've swept this floor, and I don't think anyone got by us."
"Same place, one floor up," Pam repeated as she opened a portal and smirked as she gestured for him to precede her through. "Ready for round 2?"
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Someone had wised up. Or the good security had arrived. The next portal dropped them in front of a wall of guards so thick, it might as well have been a firing squad.
Which didn't matter much when Pam could just portal them back behind said wall before the first round hit them, but it did mean they were starting this attack at a disadvantage and needed to get in close as quick as possible.
"Fuck." Overwhelming odds - the best thing to do would be to get the fuck out of there. Pam knew that - there was no way she and Billy could take on those numbers and live through it. And yet she froze.
"There are too many," her younger self complained, facing a row of holographic figures, all of which were pointing guns directly at her. She'd 'ported into an ambush.
Then you take out as many of them as you can before they kill you," her trainer had retorted without a great deal of interest, though the figures froze while he spoke. "You'd better make a damn good showing, though, unless you want to spend the next coupla weeks in solitary.
Fatale swallowed hard. Solitary meant no way to get to Alex, no way to get to anyone. No way to know she still existed, that she was still alive, not a ghost, not... she swallowed again, then nodded, setting her jaw and letting the first of her knives slip into her hand. And braced herself to die, because the alterative was worse.
It took Billy a fraction of an instant to register that Pam in fact wasn't getting them to safety. Wasn't moving at all. He full-body tackled her in the next heartbeat, sending them both crashing onto the floor of a side-corridor as the roar of gunfire filled the air.
Then Billy wasn't moving. Just bleeding.
Being tackled snapped Pam back to the present, and the sound of gunfire impressed her with the urgency of the situation. "Come on, we need to-" she began as she crawled out from beneath Billy, breaking off as she realized he wasn't moving, and that there was a fuckload of blood coming from his head. No. No no no no - she opened a portal directly in front of her and dragged him through, reappearing in the emergency room of the hospital The Boss had made her memorize the coordinates of before they'd left.
"I need a fucking doctor," she announced to the room of staring onlookers, most of whom looked as if they'd been injured by falling debris. She pulled out a knife as she scrambled to her feet and held it, poised to throw at the first person who argued. "Now!"
No one argued; damn near everyone who could get to their feet fled. There was one woman, easily more than twice Pam's age, left standing among the press of chaos, keeping herself between Pam and those too injured to move. She glared, her jaw clenched.
"Put away the knife and I'll have a look at your casualty."
"Have a look at him and I won't sink the knife in your throat," Pam countered, but lowered the knife. It wasn't as if she couldn't throw it fast enough anyway.
The physician skirted Pam warily and went to her knees beside Billy. "Head trauma, obviously. What happened to him?"
"He got shot," Pam countered, keeping an eye on the crowd as she crouched down on the other side. "Is it serious?" Because if it was serious, maybe she should take him to Simon instead of to a bunch of flatscans. Even if they were closer.
Or maybe...
Pam turned away for a moment and opened a portal to Simon's room, hoping he'd be there and she wouldn't end up opening portals all over the damn school to find him. "Simon!" she shouted. "Are you there?"
The room was full of boxes, the furniture already stowed away, but the young medical student stepped out of his closet, hangers of clothes in hand. "Pam?" he asked, before staring straight through the portal at the emergency room behind her. "Goddamnit."
"Yeah, swear later, help now?" she asked, her panic evident in her voice. "Billy got shot and I'd rather have someone check him out who I'm not threatening into doing it."
Simon threw the clothes onto a stack of boxes, then strode through the portal, already rolling up his sleeves. For a moment, he was distracted by all of the chaos and and wounded people around him, but the moment he saw Billy on the floor, he knew that he had only one priority. He dropped to his knees, hands reaching for the other teen's exposed skin even as he told the physician, "I know you don't know who I am, but you need to trust me that I know what I'm doing. I can help."
His gaze clouded for a moment, then he nodded to her as he began pulling his shirt off to use as a compress. "Get a gurney, and tell them to prep a trauma room. I'll start getting the bleeding under control."
"Do it," Pam barked out as she scrambled to her feet to get out of Simon's way. The physician glared at her, then took a look at her knife and made a hasty retreat. She glared after her back, then turned to Simon. "What can I do?"
He stared at her for a moment as he pressed his shirt to the side of Billy's head, attempting to keep the other boy still and flat on the floor. "You can put the knife away, Pam. This is a hospital, I'm pretty sure. Take a deep breath. It's a serious injury, but the good news is that it didn't pierce his skull and there is an acceptable amount of cranial swelling so far."
Pam took a deep breath as instructed and dropped her hand to her side, though she didn't put the knife away. Instead, she twirled it between her fingers nervously, over one and under the next. "Cranial swelling doesn't sound acceptable," she pointed out. "And he's not waking up. Simon, I dragged him here, and I got a doctor, and I portalled you here, and he's still not waking up. And I left Lance and Laura at the barracks and they need us."
Simon wasn't even sure he wanted to parse out the 'barracks' and Brotherhood part of that sentiment, so instead, he just firmly met her gaze and said, "Pam, he was shot. In the head. He may not wake up quickly. In fact, it's probably better that he doesn't until we know what we're working with. You did the right thing. Now, I'll do my job. You do yours. I promise you that I will watch him like a hawk."
Do her job. Pam bit at her lip, but nodded and let Fatale snap into place uncertainly. "Right. Do my job," she said matter-of-factly, in a tone completely at odds with her previous statement and even more at odds with the one that followed. "I...I've gotta go..." She dug her nails into her palm and opened a portal behind her, though her eyes remained locked on Billy. She'd seen him like that, before. Except it hadn't been real, then. Or had it?
Fatale watched a moment or two longer, then stepped through the portal. Simon had it handled. She had a job to do.
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There was a drum pounding in his head, but Billy didn't move. He knew he was being watched. He knew he'd failed the sim. The only question was how badly they'd punished Goodnight for it. If he moved, if he did anything to displease them, he might make it worse.
After a time, he realized he didn't have a choice - there were people moving around. He didn't recognize them. He forced his eyes open, hissing at the intrusion of light.
When he saw Billy start to stir, Simon rose from the chair where he was taking a break, and quickly and quietly closed the door to his recovery room, turning the lock so no one could barge in on them without warning. He'd been through all of this with Billy before, and he knew that the other boy was skittish, at best, when it came to hospital-like environments. Without Goodnight here to keep him calm, he was unsure how the other boy would handle it.
After locking the door, he took a step (just one) toward the bed. "Billy? It's Simon Tam. Do you remember what happened to you?"
Billy froze again, this time in confusion. He knew this boy, but he shouldn't be here. In this place... this time...
His head was pounding again, but it was oddly painless. A sense of pressure, that throbbing, distant percussion. That sense of being detatched from his body. The light in his eyes hurt more. But it all meant he couldn't think.
Billy closed his eyes again, trying to gather himself. Failing. Failed...
"I failed the sim..." he muttered. "Where's Goodnight?"
Simon had heard those words before, and he recognized Billy's disorientation. He stepped closer, putting a hand on the bed. "Billy, there was no sim. Goodnight's not here, but we'll get him as soon as we can."
"Who took him?" Billy tried to push himself up and fell hard on his side. And now he felt pain, lightning slicing down one side of his body, stealing his breath and causing him to bite his lip hard enough to bleed. He'd gotten out of the habit of being hurt.
Foregoing caution, Simon moved in to help, catching Billy carefully and helping him ease back into the pillows. "Careful! I know you're a little confused right now. Please understand, no one took Goody. He's just fine - perfectly safe, back at the school. You came here with the Brotherhood to atta- uh, liberate, this city. You were injured and Pa- ah, Fatale brought me to look after you. She'll be back soon, and then we can bring Goody to see you, but right now, he's half a world away."
Billy reached out caught Simon's hand from reflex. He pulled away at the other boy's flinch, mouthing an apology that never found voice. Memories were dropping back into his awareness, but all out of order. But Pam was alive. That was OK.
"I need to go help her... I'm supposed to watch her back."
Simon really needed to remember to carry gloves with him at all times - for those instances when teleporters showed up randomly to whisk him off to revolutionary coups on the other side of the world. He did flinch when Billy grabbed his hand, flooded with a wave of information he probably did not need, but he focused on the other boy's words instead. "You're in no shape to help her right now," he insisted. "She will be fine. You need to focus on resting so she doesn't kill me when she gets back."
"Is there a reason I should be killing you?" Fatale quipped tiredly as she stepped through a portal into the hospital room she'd found by checking the location of Simon's phone. She was battered, but not badly - a few bruises that were barely visible on her already blue skin, a few scrapes, a sore shoulder. If not for Billy's blood on the purple tank she'd put on over the black not-spandex X-wear, she didn't look much different than she would have after an intense DR sim.
Her face paled, though, as she saw Billy on the bed. "Fuck. I'm sorry - I should've gotten back here sooner, but we just wrapped things up. Are you ok?" She still wasn't altogether sure she should've left at all, but...well, Simon had been there. And there had been her other teammates to consider. Still, she felt a flood of unaccustomed guilt. She wasn't sure what else she should've done (other than not let Billy get hit in the first place, which yeah, she should've definitely done that) but there must have been something.
Billy had to stare; he had no idea what the answer to that question might be. He blinked once, then turned to Simon.
"Am I OK?"
Simon was distracted by Fatale's entrance, his gaze moving over her injuries with a practiced eye. Then he turned his gaze toward Billy. "You're going to be okay. You took a bad hit, but the swelling in your brain has gone down. You just need to rest."
"Does he need to stay here?" Pam asked as she came over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Billy. "'Cause we've got things pretty locked down, including where the President lived. Or the Prime Minister, or whatever he was called."
"If you have things locked down, then the hospital should be safe enough," Simon told her. "He needs to stay under observation overnight. Though I'd advise bringing Goodnight to stay with him if you can."
Billy latched on to that suggestion. The consequences of failure still left him unsettled, despite their reassurances. Goodnight would at least be proof that there was nothing to fear on that front. And if Goody had seen what had happened... yeah, he was probably going out of his mind.
"Please," he murmured.
Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? If it had been her, she'd have wanted Alex there when she woke up; she should have gotten Goody when she'd gotten Simon. Looking abashed, Pam leaned over and pressed a kiss to Billy's cheek. "On it," she promised, and got to her feet. "You'll stay until I get back?" she asked Simon, her eyes pleading." I can send you back after. Unless you want to stay and bandage people up."
Simon glanced out the door at the doctors and nurses rushing through the chaos. "They need my help. I'll stay. I'll just need a ride back tomorrow."
"Whenever you're ready," Pam agreed wholeheartedly. "We owe you. Big time. I figure the Boss'll make you a job offer once everything settles." She looked back at Billy, offered one last, crooked smile, and headed through a portal. She might want to be there, but she wasn't a total idiot. What he needed was Goodnight.
It was probably weird, Pam reflected as she opened a portal at a run and skipped forward several yards to slash at the stomach of her next opponent, that she'd picked up her favorite new combat technique from watching Umbrella Academy on Netflix. Weird, but useful - and Number 5 was the best, no matter how you looked at it.
Or nearly the best. She was better, and so was Billy. Pam dropped and somersaulted backwards through another portal, avoiding the kick the injured magistrate had launched her way, and grinned as she sprang to her feet a few yards away from Billy.
"Having fun?" She asked as she threw a knife at another of the magistrates. Who weren't much of a challenge, so far, but Pyro'd said some of them were mutants. There was hope.
Billy was as straight-forward as ever, sticking to cover and launching and endless barrage of perfectly-aimed knives at their targets until there was an opening to move. "Hoping Goody isn't having a heart-attack," he quipped, referring to the cam feed Goody and Sage had insisted on.
"He'll be fine." Pam took a moment to wave for the camera before catching sight of another target and throwing a knife. "You figure Pietro's going to use the footage to make a montage for his social media shit?"
"So long as he keeps my face out of it, I don't care." Billy kept his cover for another heartbeat, tense and listening, but there was nothing. Not even groans of pain from the magistrates they'd felled, but that was to be expected. They'd been trained well, after all.
"I think this room's clear."
"Yeah, me too." Pam took a moment, rolled her neck and shoulders to loosen them up, then grinned at Billy. "Time to go find some more targets?"
Billy nodded. "I think we're going to have to go up a level. We've swept this floor, and I don't think anyone got by us."
"Same place, one floor up," Pam repeated as she opened a portal and smirked as she gestured for him to precede her through. "Ready for round 2?"
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Someone had wised up. Or the good security had arrived. The next portal dropped them in front of a wall of guards so thick, it might as well have been a firing squad.
Which didn't matter much when Pam could just portal them back behind said wall before the first round hit them, but it did mean they were starting this attack at a disadvantage and needed to get in close as quick as possible.
"Fuck." Overwhelming odds - the best thing to do would be to get the fuck out of there. Pam knew that - there was no way she and Billy could take on those numbers and live through it. And yet she froze.
"There are too many," her younger self complained, facing a row of holographic figures, all of which were pointing guns directly at her. She'd 'ported into an ambush.
Then you take out as many of them as you can before they kill you," her trainer had retorted without a great deal of interest, though the figures froze while he spoke. "You'd better make a damn good showing, though, unless you want to spend the next coupla weeks in solitary.
Fatale swallowed hard. Solitary meant no way to get to Alex, no way to get to anyone. No way to know she still existed, that she was still alive, not a ghost, not... she swallowed again, then nodded, setting her jaw and letting the first of her knives slip into her hand. And braced herself to die, because the alterative was worse.
It took Billy a fraction of an instant to register that Pam in fact wasn't getting them to safety. Wasn't moving at all. He full-body tackled her in the next heartbeat, sending them both crashing onto the floor of a side-corridor as the roar of gunfire filled the air.
Then Billy wasn't moving. Just bleeding.
Being tackled snapped Pam back to the present, and the sound of gunfire impressed her with the urgency of the situation. "Come on, we need to-" she began as she crawled out from beneath Billy, breaking off as she realized he wasn't moving, and that there was a fuckload of blood coming from his head. No. No no no no - she opened a portal directly in front of her and dragged him through, reappearing in the emergency room of the hospital The Boss had made her memorize the coordinates of before they'd left.
"I need a fucking doctor," she announced to the room of staring onlookers, most of whom looked as if they'd been injured by falling debris. She pulled out a knife as she scrambled to her feet and held it, poised to throw at the first person who argued. "Now!"
No one argued; damn near everyone who could get to their feet fled. There was one woman, easily more than twice Pam's age, left standing among the press of chaos, keeping herself between Pam and those too injured to move. She glared, her jaw clenched.
"Put away the knife and I'll have a look at your casualty."
"Have a look at him and I won't sink the knife in your throat," Pam countered, but lowered the knife. It wasn't as if she couldn't throw it fast enough anyway.
The physician skirted Pam warily and went to her knees beside Billy. "Head trauma, obviously. What happened to him?"
"He got shot," Pam countered, keeping an eye on the crowd as she crouched down on the other side. "Is it serious?" Because if it was serious, maybe she should take him to Simon instead of to a bunch of flatscans. Even if they were closer.
Or maybe...
Pam turned away for a moment and opened a portal to Simon's room, hoping he'd be there and she wouldn't end up opening portals all over the damn school to find him. "Simon!" she shouted. "Are you there?"
The room was full of boxes, the furniture already stowed away, but the young medical student stepped out of his closet, hangers of clothes in hand. "Pam?" he asked, before staring straight through the portal at the emergency room behind her. "Goddamnit."
"Yeah, swear later, help now?" she asked, her panic evident in her voice. "Billy got shot and I'd rather have someone check him out who I'm not threatening into doing it."
Simon threw the clothes onto a stack of boxes, then strode through the portal, already rolling up his sleeves. For a moment, he was distracted by all of the chaos and and wounded people around him, but the moment he saw Billy on the floor, he knew that he had only one priority. He dropped to his knees, hands reaching for the other teen's exposed skin even as he told the physician, "I know you don't know who I am, but you need to trust me that I know what I'm doing. I can help."
His gaze clouded for a moment, then he nodded to her as he began pulling his shirt off to use as a compress. "Get a gurney, and tell them to prep a trauma room. I'll start getting the bleeding under control."
"Do it," Pam barked out as she scrambled to her feet to get out of Simon's way. The physician glared at her, then took a look at her knife and made a hasty retreat. She glared after her back, then turned to Simon. "What can I do?"
He stared at her for a moment as he pressed his shirt to the side of Billy's head, attempting to keep the other boy still and flat on the floor. "You can put the knife away, Pam. This is a hospital, I'm pretty sure. Take a deep breath. It's a serious injury, but the good news is that it didn't pierce his skull and there is an acceptable amount of cranial swelling so far."
Pam took a deep breath as instructed and dropped her hand to her side, though she didn't put the knife away. Instead, she twirled it between her fingers nervously, over one and under the next. "Cranial swelling doesn't sound acceptable," she pointed out. "And he's not waking up. Simon, I dragged him here, and I got a doctor, and I portalled you here, and he's still not waking up. And I left Lance and Laura at the barracks and they need us."
Simon wasn't even sure he wanted to parse out the 'barracks' and Brotherhood part of that sentiment, so instead, he just firmly met her gaze and said, "Pam, he was shot. In the head. He may not wake up quickly. In fact, it's probably better that he doesn't until we know what we're working with. You did the right thing. Now, I'll do my job. You do yours. I promise you that I will watch him like a hawk."
Do her job. Pam bit at her lip, but nodded and let Fatale snap into place uncertainly. "Right. Do my job," she said matter-of-factly, in a tone completely at odds with her previous statement and even more at odds with the one that followed. "I...I've gotta go..." She dug her nails into her palm and opened a portal behind her, though her eyes remained locked on Billy. She'd seen him like that, before. Except it hadn't been real, then. Or had it?
Fatale watched a moment or two longer, then stepped through the portal. Simon had it handled. She had a job to do.
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There was a drum pounding in his head, but Billy didn't move. He knew he was being watched. He knew he'd failed the sim. The only question was how badly they'd punished Goodnight for it. If he moved, if he did anything to displease them, he might make it worse.
After a time, he realized he didn't have a choice - there were people moving around. He didn't recognize them. He forced his eyes open, hissing at the intrusion of light.
When he saw Billy start to stir, Simon rose from the chair where he was taking a break, and quickly and quietly closed the door to his recovery room, turning the lock so no one could barge in on them without warning. He'd been through all of this with Billy before, and he knew that the other boy was skittish, at best, when it came to hospital-like environments. Without Goodnight here to keep him calm, he was unsure how the other boy would handle it.
After locking the door, he took a step (just one) toward the bed. "Billy? It's Simon Tam. Do you remember what happened to you?"
Billy froze again, this time in confusion. He knew this boy, but he shouldn't be here. In this place... this time...
His head was pounding again, but it was oddly painless. A sense of pressure, that throbbing, distant percussion. That sense of being detatched from his body. The light in his eyes hurt more. But it all meant he couldn't think.
Billy closed his eyes again, trying to gather himself. Failing. Failed...
"I failed the sim..." he muttered. "Where's Goodnight?"
Simon had heard those words before, and he recognized Billy's disorientation. He stepped closer, putting a hand on the bed. "Billy, there was no sim. Goodnight's not here, but we'll get him as soon as we can."
"Who took him?" Billy tried to push himself up and fell hard on his side. And now he felt pain, lightning slicing down one side of his body, stealing his breath and causing him to bite his lip hard enough to bleed. He'd gotten out of the habit of being hurt.
Foregoing caution, Simon moved in to help, catching Billy carefully and helping him ease back into the pillows. "Careful! I know you're a little confused right now. Please understand, no one took Goody. He's just fine - perfectly safe, back at the school. You came here with the Brotherhood to atta- uh, liberate, this city. You were injured and Pa- ah, Fatale brought me to look after you. She'll be back soon, and then we can bring Goody to see you, but right now, he's half a world away."
Billy reached out caught Simon's hand from reflex. He pulled away at the other boy's flinch, mouthing an apology that never found voice. Memories were dropping back into his awareness, but all out of order. But Pam was alive. That was OK.
"I need to go help her... I'm supposed to watch her back."
Simon really needed to remember to carry gloves with him at all times - for those instances when teleporters showed up randomly to whisk him off to revolutionary coups on the other side of the world. He did flinch when Billy grabbed his hand, flooded with a wave of information he probably did not need, but he focused on the other boy's words instead. "You're in no shape to help her right now," he insisted. "She will be fine. You need to focus on resting so she doesn't kill me when she gets back."
"Is there a reason I should be killing you?" Fatale quipped tiredly as she stepped through a portal into the hospital room she'd found by checking the location of Simon's phone. She was battered, but not badly - a few bruises that were barely visible on her already blue skin, a few scrapes, a sore shoulder. If not for Billy's blood on the purple tank she'd put on over the black not-spandex X-wear, she didn't look much different than she would have after an intense DR sim.
Her face paled, though, as she saw Billy on the bed. "Fuck. I'm sorry - I should've gotten back here sooner, but we just wrapped things up. Are you ok?" She still wasn't altogether sure she should've left at all, but...well, Simon had been there. And there had been her other teammates to consider. Still, she felt a flood of unaccustomed guilt. She wasn't sure what else she should've done (other than not let Billy get hit in the first place, which yeah, she should've definitely done that) but there must have been something.
Billy had to stare; he had no idea what the answer to that question might be. He blinked once, then turned to Simon.
"Am I OK?"
Simon was distracted by Fatale's entrance, his gaze moving over her injuries with a practiced eye. Then he turned his gaze toward Billy. "You're going to be okay. You took a bad hit, but the swelling in your brain has gone down. You just need to rest."
"Does he need to stay here?" Pam asked as she came over and sat down on the edge of the bed beside Billy. "'Cause we've got things pretty locked down, including where the President lived. Or the Prime Minister, or whatever he was called."
"If you have things locked down, then the hospital should be safe enough," Simon told her. "He needs to stay under observation overnight. Though I'd advise bringing Goodnight to stay with him if you can."
Billy latched on to that suggestion. The consequences of failure still left him unsettled, despite their reassurances. Goodnight would at least be proof that there was nothing to fear on that front. And if Goody had seen what had happened... yeah, he was probably going out of his mind.
"Please," he murmured.
Why hadn't she thought of that sooner? If it had been her, she'd have wanted Alex there when she woke up; she should have gotten Goody when she'd gotten Simon. Looking abashed, Pam leaned over and pressed a kiss to Billy's cheek. "On it," she promised, and got to her feet. "You'll stay until I get back?" she asked Simon, her eyes pleading." I can send you back after. Unless you want to stay and bandage people up."
Simon glanced out the door at the doctors and nurses rushing through the chaos. "They need my help. I'll stay. I'll just need a ride back tomorrow."
"Whenever you're ready," Pam agreed wholeheartedly. "We owe you. Big time. I figure the Boss'll make you a job offer once everything settles." She looked back at Billy, offered one last, crooked smile, and headed through a portal. She might want to be there, but she wasn't a total idiot. What he needed was Goodnight.
