Army
Chapter 212 A Princess Carry
“I agree.”
Finished
Robin nodded with real conviction, and then, without warning, she bent down and scooped Dylan up by the backs of his knees.
Dylan didn’t even have time to react. The world flipped in front of him, wind rushed past his ears, and then his body jolted as they landed.
Robin set him down and patted his shoulder reassuringly. “There. We’re down. Let’s move.”
Dylan stood frozen in place, pupils blown wide.
A moment ago, he had just…
He had just been princess–carried down a sixteen–foot wall by Robin.
Robin started walking, glancing back at him with a look of mild disdain. “If I’d known you were this delicate, I would have brought Martin with me instead.”
“That’s not-”
Dylan drew in a slow breath. This was a little too much, wasn’t it?
He hadn’t even had time to process what was happening,
Robin had said she’d carry him…
And she had actually carried him. A princess carry,/no less.
“Are you going to stand there all night? Move. Do you want those guards to notice us?”
Robin turned around to chivvy him along. Dylan caught up and lowered his voice. “Next time… could you give me some warning first?”
“I did.”
Robin gave him a look. “You just didn’t react in time.”
Dylan had no answer to that.
Compared to Centerville, Outerville at night was genuinely chaotic.
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There were almost no patrollers in Outerville. Everyone’s life here was hard, and the cover of darkness was convenient for exactly the kind of petty crime people specialized in–slipping into their neighbors‘ homes to steal whatever supplies they could find.
The night was fully dark now, and from time to time, from narrow pitch–black alleys, you could hear the sounds of brawling and shouting.
“You go that
way, I’ll
go this way. Once we’ve memorized the layout, we meet back here.”
11:09 am PPP
Chapter 212 & Princess Carry
Finished
Dylan nodded, and the two of them split up.
They hadn’t spent much time in Outerville during the day. Now that it was night, Robin could feel, in her bones, just how bad it was here.
A stench she couldn’t quite place hung in the air. The ground was dotted with standing puddles of various sizes, and if you looked too closely at them, you’d see thick, viscous substances settled at the bottom. No telling how long any of it had been rotting.
“Bang!”
She was easing past the mouth of an alley when she heard a heavy impact. A body covered head to toe in blood came flying out of the alley and landed at her feet.
“Help… me…”
The lighting was already dim, and the man’s hair was hanging in front of his face, which made it impossible to read his features. She could only tell from the weakness in his voice that it was a man.
He was sprawled on the ground, barely hanging on. One hand was clenched around half a small blackened bun. The other was lifting with enormous effort, reaching toward the hem of her pants.
Robin took a step back. She had no intention of getting involved.
On top of everything else, she was out here without authorization tonight. Blowing her cover was the last thing she needed.
Before she could leave, a menacing voice came from/inside the alley. “Who the hell are you? I’d suggest you mind
your own business.”
Robin thought, Excuse me?
When had she said anything about getting involved?
She didn’t reply. She just cast a flat look into the alley and turned to leave.
The voice wasn’t letting it go. “Hey. I’m talking to you. The hell are you doing, turning your back on me?”
A heavyset man stepped out of the alley.
Behind him came several lackeys, and every pair of eyes on Robin was openly hostile.
“Boss, this one’s a looker. Haven’t seen her before.”
The man on his right got a look at her face in the moonlight, and his voice lit up with undisguised excitement.
The leader of the group swallowed hard. Something greedy flashed through his eyes.
“Definitely haven’t seen you before. Hey. Whose outfit are you with? Don’t you know that when you roll into this neighborhood, the first thing you do is check in with me, the boss?”
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