Anne went for Sharise, which made Sharise think, Shit, murder bitch is going to kill me.
But then it turned out Anne was wrapping her arms around Sharise’s neck, and Sharise was like, Oh, this is just a hug.
She hugged Anne back.
There was a lot of fear in her heart, for the obvious reason: Prometheus had just told her that Anne was very possibly a killer. But he hadn’t found any actually evidence of it. And after having spent so much time with Anne, Sharise wanted desperately for the accusation to be false.
Anne let go of Sharise, saying, “Alright, we’ve got to find as many weapons as possible.”
Sharise, realizing the killers might try to kill her now, too, decided that wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
And so the two of them went through Prometheus’s garage, figuring out what they could weaponize. Prometheus had left one of his mech suits here, making that an obvious weapon of choice.
Anne walked up to the sleek black suit. She wanted to work on one or two things quickly before putting it on.
Her heart raced, though. She’d worked on these suits for so long, and she’d thought about wearing them. This was like a dream come true.
Sharise went looking through the rest of the garage, trying to figure out what would be the best weapon of choice. The garage was filled with all sorts of strange projects — biological bits collected from foes Prometheus had defeated and technological knick-knacks Anne was working on, mainly.
It was at this point that Sharise noticed the jizz-like substance she’d been working on for months.
It was growing.