"Binky is gone."
"Huh? Your J.U.N.K?" Ratchet asked, confused. "You left it back at the motel or something?"
"No." Ess was the one to answer with a lazy look in his eyes. "I just felt the sharp activation of a Utility from the backseat just now. Binky was confiscated. Hmm. The flow of Fint there was smooth – too smooth."
The mannequin beauty gave a furious sigh, her face maintaining placidity. She then searched her thighs where two holsters were hidden under her beige dress.
"My other guns are gone too," she said. "They were taken."
"Yep," said Ess as they joined a throng of vehicles of varying types sliding into the wide settlement. "There's a Silver Spark User about, I bet."
Twist groaned. He checked his J.U.N.K – his katana. It was still there in its sheath. It seemed whatever Penalty was applied on Bee didn't have to do with confiscating weapons in general, as the boy had initially feared.
