Chapter 47: Tabby

Friday. Unknown.

TABBY HELD HER BREATH and eyed the Taser in Abner's hand. He had her chain in the other. Her cells were still jumping and twitching from the last use of the thing. But all that talk had worked.

Abner fastened the other end of her handcuffs to a short chain attached to the legs of a heavy wooden desk. She'd never move the thing on her own, but she was also no longer at risk of electrocution.

"Sit." He gestured at an ancient rolling chair that had seen better decades.

She perched on the edge, easing her weight onto the seat a little at a time.

Abner placed his free hand on his knee, putting them at almost eye level. "Don't make me regret this."

"You won't."

She'd offered him tiny bits of help. Like unhooking the battery allowed him to tinker without risking the whole system if he messed up. But it also meant the drones would have to cycle through a very long boot up process that would delay any sort of use.

Abner turned his back toward her.