Teddybear

The moment Ryder took off, Queenie followed, darting to her feet with a barely perceptible hiss of pain and dodging angered pedestrians in his wake. All the while she cursed ...

"No," Queenie said in response to Meryl's question, "There was nothing 'off' about the place so far as I can tell." She climbed to her feet, not standing quite straight ...

Queenie shrugs, blinks hard as if trying not to wince, and says, "It's not nearly as 'high-end' as most of the ones I usually stay at, but something tells me ...

Queenie nodded along as he spoke, a little distracted, but listening. "How will we-" she winced, "-know that it's safe?" her cocky tone was more toned-down than usual, "I mean," ...

Queenie frowned, "What's their deal?" She shifted so she was leaning back against the wall, or tried to. Halfway through the motion she hissed and sat straight up, placing her ...

Queenie crossed her arms and dropped down beside him, "Then enlighten me 'leader of the resistance', how do things like this work?" Even though she maintained a cocky tone, there ...

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Queenie shrugged, "How about the rest of you? Would you rather sleep on the streets or in a three-thousand-dollar hotel suite?"

Queenie watched the distasteful look on Ryder's face with no small amount of glee. Taking a page out of her sister's book, she kept a flat expression and matching tone ...

Queenie took the fire-escape on the other side of the building down to the street, dialing the hotel's number as she went. Still completely oblivious as to why she cared, ...

Queenie waited until she turned the corner to stop and read through her list. On the top was a note about the vantage points above the alley. She waited a ...

Queenie had vanished momentarily, escaping the notice of the others until her return, "We should get out of here," she said, dropping the false tone for one that made it ...

The smile that Queenie returned was cold, calculated, "Pleasure to meet you, Ryder," she chirped, "I'm Queenie." She left out her last name. On her phone, what looked like a ...

Queenie was silent for a moment, the wheels in her head visibly turning in unknown directions as she processed the situation. She turned to Meryl, "Where are you from?" she ...

She nods, accepting his name but not giving hers, "Allow me to rephrase," she says, her tone sweetening even more, if possible, "What, are you?" By now she had put ...