Yea, fair enough. June would die if she got handed a bill for city reconstruction. Especially if it was held in annalise henderson ’s angry eyes. Besides, it helped keep away the eyes that she always felt on her back. Red and yellow alike, she didn’t want either of them here. Even if this kid had them all the same.

“Sure, whatever,” June crossed her arms. Matchstick shifted from one foot to another, before she opened her wings and took off again. To keep an eye out for either an intruder or an afternoon lunch. Whichever she found first. Soon enough, she was gone. “I guess you saw Annalise’s report, then.”

A better question would be who hadn’t. She took an ancient ball from her hip and tossed it in the air a few times, “I dunno what you hope to gain from this thing, but I guess it's better than the nothing it’s been doing for… who knows how long.”

howard slayte insisted it was a crucial weapon for a long-dormant threat. June knew the threat was gone, and so too was its purpose. It could still serve humanity as a power source if the archeologist could get his head out of the sand. But it did neither right now. Instead, it just gave June one less spot on her belt.

But finally, June caught the ball and clicked it open. Steam erupted first, but the white image of a ball followed soon after. And then, a blinding yellow blinked onto the scene. It didn’t stop moving, stop bouncing, and soon darted around the opening. It seemed particularly interested in Reiner.

“What’s the game plan here? Straight up battle, or?”

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