Page 14 of The Gathering
“Call the Triplets.”
Traps knelt at Sinrik’s feet, pulling something from his coat. “I got a cinch-sack we can hold him in for now. Bacon. Come roll ‘em when I say.”
“Where we taking him?” 8-Bit asked as Spook studied the ground around Sinrik.
“What were you looking for?” Seer asked quietly next to him. “When we came?”
“Does he need a chemical restraint?” Lesion asked.
Bishop shook his head, locking gazes with their medicine man. “I don’t knowwhathe needs.” He looked at Seer again. “Because I don’t knowwhathe is. And that’s alarming given my ability, oui?”
Seer eyed him for many seconds. “Didhecause this?”
“What he do?” Nitro asked, pushing his way closer.
“I… I don’t know what he did or ifheeven did it.”
“What does that mean, ifheeven did it?” Seer pressed.
“Roll ‘em,” Traps told Bacon.
“Just what the fuck is thiscinch sackmade of?” Bacon demanded, suspicious.
“Possum bones and dried animal intestines.”
“What the fuuuuuck!” Bacon complained.
Lesion lowered and inspected the disgusting weave with a reverent glide of his fingers.
“So, didyoudo it?” Nitro’s quiet hunger scraped along the question.
“That piece of shit is out good,” Spar determined after close inspection.
“Pull on the knot at his shoulder,” Traps instructed.
“I did, but didn’t,” Bishop answered a waiting Nitro.
“Where we taking him?” Shank asked.
“Get Harlow,” Bishop remembered, wanting every kind of eye on this problem.
“I believe he’s gone get his brother,” Seer said.
Lesion knelt at his head and scraped a blade along his hairline before slipping it carefully into its sheath.
“Fetch texted me back,” Patches said. “They’re all enroute to get Augustine.”
“Zodak,” Seer said, looking at Bishop. “He can help.”
“What about that fortress room they use for him,” Bishop remembered.
Seer nodded, already calling him.
“Ready for transport,” Traps announced, standing.
Bishop looked, finding Sinrik perfectly fitted from neck to ankles in Trap’s guts and bones sack.
“You feeling okay, Eveque?” Seer asked, phone on his ear.
