Redhawk Caldera ...and then everything goes screaming off the rails and it's our asses.

Just as Colt didn't catch her words, she didn't catch any of his as he whispered something to the girls. Her ears fell back in mild frustration, though she supposed they weren't really meant for her anyway. Whatever he said to them, it seemed to placate Clover and Fiadh. Towhee wished she could've mustered up a smile for them, though her cheek muscles wouldn't budge.

On the subject of muscles, the Gamma tensed hers as she assumed a defensive position. When Elwood came sprinting toward her, she was ready for him. But then he switched direction unexpectedly. What the—? she thought before remembering this was exactly why they were practicing this way. With a grunt, she launched herself at her uncle's hind foot, hoping to tackle him from behind before he had a chance to assault Colt.