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“What the hell was that?” Hector came up to her in the corridors, jumping from excitement.
“Are you pleased, my owner?” she teased, pulling off her helmet.
“Pleased? That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen!”
Tony stepped forward. “Can I please take a selfie with you, Patty? I’m gonna be telling about this match to my buddies and they won’t believe me.”
Patty turned to Hector.
Hector raised his palms. “Your call.”
“Oh, why the hell not? Come here, you disgusting little man,” she said, and they took a selfie, kissing him on the cheek.
“He’s in shock. Yeah, he’s out. He’ll recover, leave him for now. Patty, are we seriously collecting cash right now?”
“Yeah.”
Phobos seemed angry. Or, maybe that was his normal face, just a scowl with scars.
“So? Could you send
