"Great..." Spook sighed and tilted her head back, once she'd assured herself that her right arm wouldn't be getting used anytime soon. The downside of cybernetics was that they didn't heal themselves, at least not the sort<i>she</i>could afford. Maybe WatchTower had fancy shit which could put itself back together on the fly, it wouldn't surprise her after what she'd just witnessed. With only one hand and no eyes she wasn't able to check out her 'good' arm at the moment, her fingers continued to twitch from time to time if she lost focus, but she was at least able to move them when she tried making a fist or spreading them out. Her leg had a new dent in it and was otherwise fine, though she didn't check that the concealed blade would come out on command. It was the last trump she had to play and she couldn't afford to reveal it early.<br/><br/>The vehicle started moving, sending her sprawling in the dark and confined space. Finding no practical place to sit, Spook moved to about the center of the vehicle and assumed a cross-legged position. She closed her eyes, not that it made much of a difference, and held her left hand up in front of her chest. She concentrated on her heart beat first, then turned her attention to the fuzzy tingling coming from her lower right leg. The feeling was a lie, she reminded herself. It came from a limb which no longer existed. The metallic replacement was a lie as well, but so too was her flesh and blood left leg. Her whole body, the vehicle she was in, the city it travelled through. All of it was deception. The only truth was her real self, a being who came from outside this world and could leave it again...<br/><br/>Or something like that. Meditation had never been one of her strengths. Spook decided to concentrate on her current situation, whether it was 'real' or not. What would anyone at WatchTower want with her? She had to figure Mary's group or their rivals were involved in something big, which might explain why they'd been up in Pangea proper to start with. In that case she was in some deep shit, being utterly clueless about anything. Then again the agent hadn't troubled herself in taking the clown alive, the sickening crunch of his spine being broken echoed in her head. Was Mary the target, then? It still seemed like a stretch... Even though Typhoon Mary was a big name in The Dreg, if WatchTower wanted her gone they'd go in shooting rather than asking questions. Especially if she made a habit of riding through the city, the whole point of living under Pangea was to stay off the corporate radars.<br/><br/>There was too much Spook didn't know. The more she thought about it, the less it added up. Maybe someone in WatchTower had a thing for Dreg girls with cheap cybernetics, that was starting to look as likely as anything else. There was no help for it, she'd have to wait and see. Letting out another long breath, she attempted to meditate again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>