Walking back to her car, Anne heard her phone ring.
She picked it up. After a second of silence, she said, “Hello?”
“You got your phone back.” It was Jennifer’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Yeah, that was a whole thing, but I took care of it.”
“Prometheus is suspicious of you. That’s a problem.”
“Why do y–”
“We’ve got bigger problems right now,” Jennifer said.
“God.” Anne began looking around her. Walking down the dark road, there wasn’t much to see. Nobody around, at that time of night.
At least, that’s what it looked like. Anne wondered if there truly wasn’t anyone around.
She wondered if Jennifer was watching her, watching Prometheus, watching the garage. Metahuman Affairs was a huge question mark, so far as Anne was concerned. She didn’t really understand how it worked. And even though that question mark now had a face on it in the form of Jennifer, Anne still knew there was something to be wary of.
She kept walking, but more quickly.
Jennifer chose to break the silence. “The Killer’s Gallery figured out who hacked into their system.”
Anne’s heart began racing. She wiped sweat off her scalp. That was a truly miserable experience: she felt cold, yet all the stress made her sweat.
“They’re coming after you, Anne. Their cyborg, as well as several killers.”
“Fuck,” Anne said. “I’ve got a weapon. I can…” She reached into her pocket. Felt the laser saw she carried there. It comforted her. “I don’t know what I can do, but I’ve got a weapon.”
“These are trained professionals.”
“I’m going to need more weapons.”
As Anne got within viewing distance of her car, she realized something.
She had to go back to the garage. There were a lot of weapons, there. Weapons she could use to keep herself safe.