A satellite wavers in front of Ink. He knows it belongs to APC, sprawled across the dirt and battered to hell. He left that scene, made it damn clear he wasn't interested in helping. And yet, APC's damned satellite decided to pester him.
A mistake.
Ink turns, running like water through the abandoned city. The scene of the crime has only gotten sadder in the few minute he was gone. Ink hisses, pulling a spear from nowhere and slamming it into the ground, inches from APC's face. The thing barely reacts.
“I'm not about to drag a liability around anymore. Six Daggers had a tracker on you this whole time. You think I want that? You're lucky I'm not bothering to take what little you have left.” he spits, standing over APC. “Unless that's why your satellites wanted me back? To finish the job?”
APC barely shifts on the ground. Ink shakes his head, pulling the spear from the ground and darting away again.