The undercity's labyrinthine streets echoed with the distant sounds of chaos as the Anomalies converged on their predetermined meeting point.
002 arrived first, her eyes darting warily from shadow to shadow.
She leaned against a crumbling pillar, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the hilt of her concealed weapon.
The wait for her companions felt interminable, each passing moment ratcheting up her anxiety.
A flicker of movement caught her attention, and she whirled, weapon half-drawn, only to find 003 emerging from a side alley.
His usual cocky grin was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a grim set to his jaw.
"Jumpy, aren't we?" he quipped, though the humor fell flat.
002 didn't lower her guard. "Where are the others?".
"Heck if I know. Still don't know why we didn't just kill them all rather than running." He replied.
"You'd battle every spirit and humans there? We are broken, not godly." 002 uttered
