We are moving along!
I wasn’t going to reach for my gun. Honestly. I mean, I’d been half-expecting the accusation for the last half hour; I just wasn’t sure if it’d happen here, or back home. I could also lie and say that I recognized right off that Oft wasn’t implying that I was covering up for the Scouts.
The truth, though? The Anticipant had positioned herself behind Oft, where I could see her clearly. She wasn’t even looking at me, but while Oft talked she mirrored my movements perfectly. Well, it wasn’t perfect, since she was making them a half-second before I did. She didn’t have a visible gun, for what that was worth. I figured that, in a fight, it wouldn’t be worth much.
Oddly, that reassured me. ‘Altered state of perception,’ my ass: the Anticipant was a flat-out witch, fresh from an Abubakri fairy tale. Witches, I could get my head around. Besides, nobody was shooting anybody yet, right? Although I guessed I’d know if I was about to do so, a half-second from now.