Chapter 147: In a Name

“That by any other name would smell as sweet, no? Who cares what we call the boys in black?” seethes M2.

“Margery,” the doctor coos at M2, “Breathe. It’s a valid question.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m just so frustrated. We have so many enemies, but we know so little about them, and we’ve done nothing to deserve this. I hate that we’ve come to this, hiding like rabbits in a warren.”

“You know what? Let’s start fresh. Let’s take inventory of everything. Enemies. Resources. Allies. Everything. If we could figure out the mechanics of traveling, we can handle anything.”