N8 was sitting in the waiting room, his face in his hands, when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He jerked and glanced up to see F8 smiling down at him. Sitting up, he stared at the sling around her arm.
“Are you okay?”
The others were slowly filing in to join him.
“I’m fine. They gave me some pain killers,” she assured him.
“I thought they’d shot you.”
“I must have moved at the same moment they shot,” she explained. “The bullet hit the tree and bounced off. It went into the soft muscle of my arm, but the doctors assure me there’s no major damage.”
“Any word about Cydney?” P8 inquired, taking a chair and dragging it over to sit in front of him.
N8 shook his head. “Not yet. What happened to the guards?”
Grabbing another chair, G8 twirled it around and straddled it, bracing his ar
