”This doesn’t bode well, Miss Bandi,” FPS stated, watching with deep concern as Tora paced up and down the hall. They were outside the frozen lab room now, having seen far more of it than either cared for.

“Yeah? No shit!” Tora shot back. Panic and frustration was making an ugly cocktail in his guts. “This obsessive rat’s been workin’ on time freezin’ battle golems this whole time! Shit, this is probably been old boy’s life’s work! He’s been tinkerin’ at this shit fer years!”

“Using Bolli’s research.”

“No,” Tora stopped. “Failin’ without her research. I mean, this is it, ain’t it? This is the result of what his own work got, ya?” He gestured at the abandoned halls around them. “A fucked up lab stuck in time, a hall of rooms hastily emptied and locked away, and not a damn livin’ soul left t’work fer em cause he can’t get any help willin’ t’risk this shit!”

“Right,” FPS nodded, thinking. “The Inquest from earlier—they said they wouldn’t give him more krewe.”

“Fuck I shoulda known when we saw Inquest. Course they’d be keen t’get their hands on a time warpin’ golem! If they get one that works…” The thief returned to pacing.

“Perhaps they’d use it against the dragons?” The elementalist offered. He didn’t sound confident.

“And then use it ‘gainst everyone else.”

FPS didn’t argue—they both knew enough about Inquest to know they had nothing but ill intentions when it came to other races. Subjugating the rest of the world was exactly the kind of thing they’d use a weapon like this for.

Tora stopped at the end of the hall, peering through the doorway leading out.

“And now old boy’s had Bolli’s amulet fer days. If that thing has her research, we got bigger problems than just stealin’ it back. Damn, now I’m really wishin’ he only wanted a new coaster.”

He sensed FPS beside him, peering out into the next hallway along with him.

“Miss Bandi, I fear this is too big a job for a humble dog walker,” he said. “I’ll need to contact Headquarters—”

“Headquarters?”
“…I’ve said too much.”
“Right. Ya think ya got time fer that?”
“No.”
“Didn’t think so.” Tora walked out into the next hall. There wasn’t any use standing

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