Blackhand looked around curiously. Despite the plaque above the door, this was very definitely not a pickleball court. He hadn't expected it to be, not after what Jade had told him outside the door, but...
"Wait a minute. Jade? Like, the one we captured -- or kidnapped?"
She turned back, smiled, and nodded. "The very same. I was still inside the medical wing, waiting to keep you from coming in and killing everyone, or else we'd have met earlier."
Did Harbinger just send me to the captain of Team Phoenix for training??? Apparently he had. "Um," he said, suddenly uncomfortable. "Is that going to be a problem?"
"Was it your idea to kidnap us?" she asked.
Blackhand shook his head. "None of us even knew you were there. It was just a breakout, all hands on deck to suppress it, go here and assist."
Jade studied him for a long moment. "And then your hunter died."
Blackhand squeezed his eyes closed, resisted the urge to step back. "Let's not talk about that."
"Harbinger told me," Jade said quietly. "He feels bad about it. I think that's part of why he's trying to help you. I'm... sorry for your loss."
Blackhand hesitated, then reached past his pain. "Whatever we were about to do to you was probably worse," he said. "Let's just... let's just leave that part behind, if we can. If you don't mind."
Jade nodded. "Sure." She glanced up at an armored window. "Ms. Brigham, are you ready?"
There was a soft click, and a voice said, "Ready."
"Okay," said Jade. "Harbinger didn't give me a lot of detail. Can you show me what you do normally, and then whatever else you discovered?"
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