Book 5. Chapter 37: I've come to kill you.
“All right, hear me out on this.” I said, hands stretched out to my awaiting audience.
Cathida did nothing but scoff, arms crossed across the chestplate, empty helmet looming down with condescension. Exactly as she requested to be posed.
Wrath tilted her head slightly, more curious about this than anything.
“Occult. Shotguns.” I said, taking care to add just enough dramatic pause between each word. “Father can’t dodge a bullet, but he can dodge aiming. So hit him with bullets that don’t need aiming. It’s genius.”
They stayed quiet. Wrath furrowing her brows and considering the prospect. Cathida got it immediately though, hacking out a laugh. “I’d have said you were going to make some warlocks rich beyond the sunset with each shot deary, and then I remembered you’re the warlock now. And like any good warlock, you got someone else to do the hard part for you.”
“Exactly. Glad someone is cultured around here.” I said, smug. Then I pointed straight to Wrath. She became immediately suspicious. “The real part that’ll make all of this come together is her. I’ve got a factory right here that can mass produce anything I want, with excellent precision.”
“I do not have access to occult formulas as a security measure from Relinquished.” The walking factory said with a raised hand before I could get ahead of myself. “I cannot recreate occult weapons without connecting to the machine database and requesting temporary access. Which will bring attention to myself.”
Something to do with Feathers revolting against Relinquished once in the past and her being a little cranky and paranoid about it happening again. Details. “That’s fine, because I know the equation. Or at least, Journey and I mapped out an equation that fits the image we took. So all you have to do is etch that in tiny metal bits, fill up a buckshot, and then we go and kill Father.”
It’s perfect. He was only deadly up close, so the moment he got right in his comfort zone, bam. Removed his overclocking, found a way to effectively flash-bang him, and now I’m about to remove his strongest point. To keep my hands free, I’d just need to mount the shotgun on my wrist. Journey could easily handle the recoil of that. Easy to design too. I could have Wrath print one out by end of today, go kill Father and then be back in time for dinner.