Protector Chapter 11 "Are you sure? I mean, the note isn't very specific..." Robin scoffed, "Who else could it be referring to, O? That's HER patrol area. She should've been there before I was. And she's not answering her com. BG ALWAYS answers her com." He impatiently tapped another programming code in his computer. Uploading all his files on the murders was easy. Setting up securities for those files was easy. Easy, but time consuming. He was wasting time and, right now, the last thing he wanted to do was waste time. "I mean who WROTE the note," even with the robotic disguise, Oracle's voice sounded like a scolding mother. "How are you so sure it's David Cain?" "Evidence found at scenes around Blüdhaven match file descriptions on David Cain. Why are you questioning this?!" I'm not I just...I...didn't believe her." "What?"
The Baen of Magic This is a task for babysitters. Roda chuckled deep in his throat, Is it now? We are soldiers, Roda. Adventurers. We should be carving a path to this Lich Kings door. Instead, were watching these corpses concoct some green goo. Baen stubbornly folded her arms almost pouting. She hated waiting. She hated watching. She was meant for action, born to slice through enemies. Her kodo shifted under her weight, sharing her restlessness. This babysitting is an order from Thrall himself, her mate gently patted his own mount. We must all pay our dues. I am Baenhoof Warbringer! My name is known across Azeroth, among Horde and Alliance alike! I belong on the frontlines! Were getting paid handsomely for this. Baen hesitated.
Protector Chapter 10 This one was different. Captain Rohrback ran her gloved finger over the door to her new crime scene. The outside, rather the side that didnt face the office, had been reinforced with planks of wood more than an inch thick and multiple long nails. There was even residue from an adhesive, some kind of Super Glue. This death was different from the recent murders plaguing Blüdhaven. It was overly complicated. She lifted the radio, Malloy. Yeah. Once they scrape up the rest of the meat patty, get up here. Coroners already pulled out a shovel. Not sure the sidewalks ever gonna be clean again. Just tell them to get an express on the ID> Got a feeling were not the only ones who are curious about this. Yeah, yeah.
Protector 9 Cain watched in amazement as Rick moved to a third bookshelf. Still wrong, and getting more wrong. Were his directions that complex? He growled deep in his throat. Remember your blood pressure, he thought. No punk is worth a trip to the doc. At the edge of his scope's vision, a small floor vent shifted. A dark mound grew from the floor. It stretched higher and higher, like a monster's shadow from a nightmare. Then the horns sprouted. Cain realized he'd stopped breathing. The idiot punk was clueless, no surprise there. He kept fishing through the books, tossing them over his shoulder after barely glancing at their titles. The shadow slid closer, easily avoiding the flying hardbacks. One book flew at the horns. A dark arm shot from the shadow and stopped the book inches from its head. It was hard to say what caught Rick's attention. Maybe his ears missed the sound of th
Protector 8 Under her
mask, Batgirl smiled. She was
happy shes spent the afternoon with Robin
Tim. It was a good distraction. Alfred said she needed to have
fun, not always working. Like Batman. He said she needed to spend time outside the mask and fighting. He said she needed to
find Cassandra. Or something. He was hard to understand
rumbled overhead. Batgirl looked up, out of the alley she was sitting in. She wasnt like Robin, wasnt like Batman. Standing
in the open, at the top of a tall building, on the back of a
made no sense. Sure you could see more, but it took longer
to reach the bad guys. It was also easier for someone else to do the watching
someone like David Cain. No. Better to make rounds as close to the ground as
possible. Besides, Blüdhaven wasnt Gotham. So many homeles