Chapter Twenty-Three
Pot, Prudence, and Pope
“The planet was in the hands of a twenty-three-year-old with no idea about s*x, bribery, or many other things that shifted power.” —Verruca’s memoirs
DBO looked from face to face. “You’re not alone. We’ve got the big guns to help.”
“Big guns—I thought that was us,” muttered Pot.
“He means Pete,” said Prudence.
“Him,” huffed Pope. “Can’t wait to see him.”
“And, well, a man spy—the man spy,” said DBO.
“Her,” snapped an Alterationist.
“And of course Woody,” said DBO.
“The dwarf!”
“He’s coming here?”
“To help us?”
“Just need the Operators on our side,” said DBO.
“And they don’t know you’re missing,” said Prudence.
DBO attempted a “do I care” face.
“They still don’t know you’re missing?” said Vegas.
“Nope. Not one.” She rolled up her
