Babysitter Nash

“And pray tell. How did I end up becoming the babysitter of three fully grown men?”

“It’s a long story.”

Nash shot me a look that promised a long talk afterwards. I ignored it in favour of sticking my tongue out at Khronos who was now at Nash’s mercy. The old bag of bones received no less than twenty bruises from me. Rush’s eyes were still watering from the effects of Baby Blue. It had been tough carrying Khronos back and trying to keep a half-blind Rush from going astray but we made it safely to Nash’s place.

“Quit acting like a baby!”

“Then you should be gentler! I’m a scientist, not an athlete!”

“Rush is not an athlete either and I don’t see him crying like you. Man up!”

The green-haired scientist whimpered as Nash patched up a nasty bruise to the side of Khronos’ rib.

“I’m really disappointed in you Titus. I thought I taught you better.”

“You said not to kill for credits. Last time I checked the man was still breathing.”