Supervillainy & Other Poor Career Choices | Book 2 by Grey J.R

Author:Grey, J.R. [Grey, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Supervilains
Published: 2020-03-23T22:00:00+00:00

You killed to survive. Maybe not everyday, but someday you would face that choice. That was life.

For her, that day was today. If she wanted to keep living, enjoying the sensation of hot showers, soft beds, and a full belly, she was going to do as the Mechromancer asked.

Otherwise he would cast her aside, just like the other urchins he couldn’t find a use for.

Once she was supposed to build things. Now he wanted her to kill things. It was just that simple.

“I can do it.”

The look Frank gave her was both surprised and… sad. Why was he sad?

“I don’t doubt you can sweetie,” the older man murmured, “but you shouldn’t have to. Give me the pad, I can—”

“You can’t,” Mechromancer’s voice cut in.

Frank flinched slightly at the man word’s but continued on—stupidly in her opinion. The Mechromancer had said she was going to do it. Frank was just upsetting him by arguing.

“Look, boss, I’ve killed people before. At least double digits,” the man persevered. “Let me control the drones, I can—”

“You can’t,” Mechromancer cut him off. “You lack the finger dexterity to manipulate the control panel, and the neuroplasticity to quickly pick up the skill in the command scheme that is required.”

“I don’t know about that—”

“But I do,” the villain stated. “I’ve seen you and a few of the other recent inductees to my organization utilizing your pads. You're slow. Clumsy.”

Frank wilted. “Well yeah, I’ve never been too good with the new fangled touch screens and shit, but what about Willis? Him and his pals are always on their gizmos.”

“Willis and his pals were supplied the same training program as everyone else. If they had displayed a higher aptitude than Spit, or her nearest contemporaries, they would be here.” Mechromancer gestured to the empty air. “However they did not, and as such we are here, and you are wasting my time.”

“But…” the man began, only to trail off. “She’s just a kid.”

The Mechromancer’s helmet tilted. “As were the three individuals my security drones apprehended trying to sneak explosive devices into my workshop just last week. Discovering their bodies after the fact discomforted me, but I acknowledged the necessity of it. This is the same, and I can safely say that a child utilizing my technology to kill bothers me not at all.”

A clawed metal gauntlet moved to rest on Spit’s head. It was cold.

“If it makes you feel any better, think of her as a weapon,” the villain continued, his eyes gleaming a sickly blue. “Spit is not killing these men. I am. The girl is merely the vessel through which my will is being conveyed.”

Frank looked like he wanted to argue, before sighing in defeat and strolling off. One of the Saints with him looked between him and the Mechromancer before hurrying after the retreating man. The other stayed, a neutral stare watching both her and the Boss.

The Mechromancer cared not at all. “Now Spit, if we are quite done with the interruptions, you may proceed.”

A faint sick feeling in her stomach, Spit nodded.

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