Dog Food, Take Three
"They've always known," Robyn said. "They've just been prevented from processing or reacting to it. It can be a lot to handle at once. Some go quiet, some go berserk. But they're not actively ratting you out or trying to kill you, so it's an improvement."
Pockets grabbed a bottle herself, checked her battery, and grabbed a pair of exquisite twin katars and diametrically disgusting coach gun from the inside of her road case. Thinking better of it, she also grabbed a roll of duct tape, and applied another wrap around the barrels while she rode in the back seat.
For all her reckless speed, Robyn was an excellent driver. She was quiet as they rolled toward Riverhead.
"Pockets, you better go invisible," she said as she spied the situation in the road ahead. Without looking up, Pockets was gone.
"Fuck me," her disembodied voice said from the back of the car.
The police were out in force. Worse, Liam could see men with armbands prowling around the street corners. Fortunately for them, they blended in. Roadblocks were in place at the entrance of town, but they were able to drive on through. They appeared to be combing the town.
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