Actually Iman knows exactly whose bright idea tailing the Little Sister was. It was hers.
"This way." She waves an arm - her right arm, the organic one - at her partner in tailing. "Just around this corner."
They are getting awfully close. This wasn't supposed to be a hands-on tail job, but it might have to get that way if she doesn't watch her goddamn step, and she knows it. But she just needs to see if she can make eye contact. Nothing threatening. Just a little glance, to see if there's anything human left in the little girl. Atlas' continued insistence that they're anything but never sat well with her. How unscientific can you get, trusting the word of a man you've never seen, who's provided no empirical evidence?
As it turns out, eye contact is all it takes.
"Get 'em, Mr. Bubbles!" shrieks the child, wild eyes burning bright, and Iman jerks back, catching the arm of her companion.
"Okay," she snaps as the Big Daddy lights up red, locking in on them. "All right. Plan fuckin' B."
She doesn't hae a plan B. She has a literal handful of plasmids, a shotgun, and a pistol. But no plan B.
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Actually Iman knows exactly whose bright idea tailing the Little Sister was. It was hers.
"This way." She waves an arm - her right arm, the organic one - at her partner in tailing. "Just around this corner."
They are getting awfully close. This wasn't supposed to be a hands-on tail job, but it might have to get that way if she doesn't watch her goddamn step, and she knows it. But she just needs to see if she can make eye contact. Nothing threatening. Just a little glance, to see if there's anything human left in the little girl. Atlas' continued insistence that they're anything but never sat well with her. How unscientific can you get, trusting the word of a man you've never seen, who's provided no empirical evidence?
As it turns out, eye contact is all it takes.
"Get 'em, Mr. Bubbles!" shrieks the child, wild eyes burning bright, and Iman jerks back, catching the arm of her companion.
"Okay," she snaps as the Big Daddy lights up red, locking in on them. "All right. Plan fuckin' B."
She doesn't hae a plan B. She has a literal handful of plasmids, a shotgun, and a pistol. But no plan B.