Bug Bite looked pretty much the same as he did back in the scene of the crime, except he was visibly angrier than before. His mask still hid his facial expressions, of course, but his body language told me everything I needed to know about how he felt and then some. His hands were balled tightly into fists and he stood as rigid as a beam, facing me without even one trace of fear in his form.
“Bug Bite?” I said, wincing at the pain that flared in my nose when I said his name. “What are you doing here? I thought today was your day off. Shouldn’t you be in your apartment in Rumsfeld?”
“That was a lie,” said Bug Bite. “I knew you would attempt to break into the Hive at some point, so I spread the rumor that I would be away tonight. That way, you would get cocky and be easier to take by surpr
