Billy-Ray frowned. This guy was harder to rattle than he'd appeared to be, down in that dungeon. A few thoughts about murder, and Gabe had practically fallen apart. Something down there broke through the wall he had up now, that was for sure.
And Gabe wasn't wrong, either, about what happened earlier. Damn mind-readers.
Still, Billy-Ray had to admit that he was a little unnerved by how calm Gabe was right now. It wasn't the kind of calm you had to force when you didn't know what might happen to you, and it wasn't an affected kind of calm meant to annoy anyone else. It was the calm of someone who knew exactly what was going to happen to them, and knew without a doubt that it wasn't anything bad. Nothing more, nothing less.
They'd prepared for a mind-reader, but Billy-Ray had never even thought to check if telepathy was part of that ability. Normally, it wouldn't be, but when you were dealing with someone who came from the dimension of the Faceless Ones...
... Skulduggery might be on his way here now. Billy-Ray should probably warn Scarab about that.
His scowl became a smirk, and it slowly grew. "Now this is gettin' interestin'. Want to warn him about what's goin' to happen, Gabe? I don't mind if you do. I won't stop you. Might even be more fun that way."
They probably only had a few hours, at the most. If the Professor couldn't fix the Engine in that time, they were going to need to move - and seriously, the Professor may have been a genius, but no one could fix and create a whole new piece of such destructive technology in less than a day. The thing was, Billy-Ray didn't really care anymore. He'd only ever been in on this little plot to get his revenge on Valkyrie Cain. And he still wanted that - almost burned with that desire - but he no longer thought that this was the way to get it.
Besides which, Gabe the faux American cowboy was fascinating. If he wasn't the ticket to Valkyrie, he'd at least be a lot of fun on the way.
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And Gabe wasn't wrong, either, about what happened earlier. Damn mind-readers.
Still, Billy-Ray had to admit that he was a little unnerved by how calm Gabe was right now. It wasn't the kind of calm you had to force when you didn't know what might happen to you, and it wasn't an affected kind of calm meant to annoy anyone else. It was the calm of someone who knew exactly what was going to happen to them, and knew without a doubt that it wasn't anything bad. Nothing more, nothing less.
They'd prepared for a mind-reader, but Billy-Ray had never even thought to check if telepathy was part of that ability. Normally, it wouldn't be, but when you were dealing with someone who came from the dimension of the Faceless Ones...
... Skulduggery might be on his way here now. Billy-Ray should probably warn Scarab about that.
His scowl became a smirk, and it slowly grew. "Now this is gettin' interestin'. Want to warn him about what's goin' to happen, Gabe? I don't mind if you do. I won't stop you. Might even be more fun that way."
They probably only had a few hours, at the most. If the Professor couldn't fix the Engine in that time, they were going to need to move - and seriously, the Professor may have been a genius, but no one could fix and create a whole new piece of such destructive technology in less than a day. The thing was, Billy-Ray didn't really care anymore. He'd only ever been in on this little plot to get his revenge on Valkyrie Cain. And he still wanted that - almost burned with that desire - but he no longer thought that this was the way to get it.
Besides which, Gabe the faux American cowboy was fascinating. If he wasn't the ticket to Valkyrie, he'd at least be a lot of fun on the way.