Sprite would have to consider reimbursing the physician fees. Despite Scotty’s running, he didn’t double cross her once he had no other option.

Sprite ducked in the lounge before going any further, finding Helen on a couch, ignoring all the techquipment and instead reading a book. Her Dober pit lay at her feet, its sides wrapped. The same physician diagnosed the dog too. Broken ribs. Guess that can happen when facing an antique on the rampage.

“You ok?” Sprite asked.

“Yeah, I commed Turtle. Said we’d be back by tomorrow. But if you need time to let your side mend?”