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"You've got a good point, Legs. She's a risk. Someone would have to keep an eye on her at all times, make sure she didn't go running off. That would be too much of a distraction, and we can't afford it on an important mission like this."

"I'm not some coward!" Rotmouth shouts back. "I never run from a fight. Take me along, and you'll see just what I can do."

Now that's what you want to hear.

"Tell you what. Legs, you're keeping an eye on her. She does anything funny, you warn us. She behaves herself, and there's no problems."

"And if she doesn't?" Legs asks, skeptically.

"Her friends are already confined to quarters. Any more trouble, and we'll have to toss her in a cell for a few days."

Rotmouth glares at you, then sighs.

"I won't cause any trouble. Just let me out."

"She's your responsibility now, Corvus," Doc says, unlocking the chains. "Don't forget that. And could some of you help me move Viper to the bed before you go?"

Rivers and Starling comply, and when that's taken care of, you head out into the hall.

"So what's the plan, Boss?" Shorty asks. "Where do we start looking for the prisoner?"