It's a long ride from Kansas to North Carolina. She's staked a claim to the rear of the bus and spends it there, cuffed hands well out of sight.
Occasionally, she dozes, drifting in and out of consciousness as the noise of the road and quiet murmurs of other passengers break against her perception like waves on a beach. This is the closest to relaxed that she's come in... a while.
The new girl doesn't seem to have the relevant upgrades - neither does Mannequin.
No matter. Anakin kills them both.
Burnscar and Shatterbird die fairly quickly, too - and Skywalker can grab all their shades. Anakin turns to putting out the fires Burnscar started.
There's some intensely thorny emotion about that girl.
"She was willing to defect," Anakin sends, mental voice tense.
"...Ah."
"I don't think your world's powers realize the Force exists, and - when pitting a trained Force user against machines and Force nulls, I'd expect the Force user to come out on top in the majority of cases."
"I think you could've had serious trouble with a few of them if on your own at this level - but I was not kidding about my intent to destroy the Simurgh."
Serious nod. "Pay attention to your gut. You might've sensed something I haven't."
"Is the bad feeling about that girl directly?"
"Okay."
"We'll keep an eye on her, but - does the bad feeling relate to the consequences of this fight?"
"We can question the girl about dead man's switches - and we've likely drawn attention."
"Do either of those sound right?"
And the mystery signature stops at the edge of the clearing.
Yep that's definitely Bonesaw. She looks maybe ten or eleven; news reports tend to disagree with each other over how old she is, though, and she's skinny.
She's currently eyeing both Skywalker and Anakin warily.
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