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“So, is it true?” Imp said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“SPT.” She said. “Is it really gone? Never thought a depressed lonely sad sack like you would wake up out of a fatal coma.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Whatever. Once a lonely sad sack, always a lonely sad sack. But anyways, big brother is interested in you, so you should come to his sanctum.” She said in a cold tone.
“Uh.....no?” I said.
Imp smiled, sharp teeth ready to kill someone. Then, she walked over to me. “AND YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD A CHOICE?” She yelled, scary eyes widened.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
*** (Catra’s perspective)
Scorpia wasn’t in her hospital room today.
Entrapta was right next to her. But she wasn’t visiting, she was hooked up to way more machines than Scorpia was.
“How did this happen?” I say.
Double Trouble looked at Entrapta’s hospital bed. “To me, she looks like she was shot with a dangerous bullet.”
“What?” I say.
“Yep. I have the sample of the bullet right here. I studied it and...”
“And what?!” I ask.
“They are made of etherian and blood cells of a scorpion.”
“You mean that-?”
“Kitten, I’m sorry to say this but....”
“Scorpia may be a criminal.”