“C’mooonnnn! You guys gotta let me outta’ here!”

Jinx’s annoying whining fills the underground cells, her fists banging against the steel bars before giving up with an indignant huff. Slumping to her knees and resting her forehead against them, looking both you and Caitlyn with watery puppydog eyes.

Cait just rolls her eyes at the pleading look, crossing long legs at the ankle and turning her calculating gaze onto you. Her second in command.

“What should we do with her?” she asks, gesturing a finger vaguely in the captured woman’s direction. Earning an overly exaggerated cry of agony, in exchange. Jinx was trying to get on your nerves.

“She’s starting to tick me off.”