My stomach churned even as my blood raged in hate. They hurt him. The sweetest man on earth and they bloodied him.
I started tracing the call, even as Peter and Bentley came rushing back in. With my free hand and part of my brain, I followed the familiar path to initiate communication with my collective.
Five new pictures popped up on the main screen.
"Who the fuck is this?" Turo demanded. I'd never heard his voice so cold. I wanted to cuddle him. Offer some kind of comfort.
You will. Find this fuck and kill him.
I nodded. Yes, I would. For Papa. For Turo. For me. These assholes were messing with my people now. My family. They shouldn't have even tried.
Ive got a video call live in my location. I need it tracked and traced with highest accuracy as quickly as possible, I typed out over the collective's secure channel.
On it, four of them typed.
Ill get the backend, Hamster responded.