PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M)
I grabbed one, felt the weight settle in my arms like judgment.
“Diamonds secured!” I barked. “Now the hostages, move!”
That’s when the screaming started.
We kicked in the holding-cell door and froze. Twelve Feathers on their knees in a circle, chains snapped, veins black and pulsing under their skin, eyes rolled back to nothing but whites. One of them, Rabbit, little Rabbit who used to beg for extra dessert, snapped his head toward us and snarled like a dog.
“Tranqs!” Reaper yelled, fumbling for the darts.