Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
Ladybug stared at her yoyo’s communication screen blankly. “I had to have heard that wrong,” she muttered, hitting the ‘replay message’ with her thumb.
The black screen sprang to life, showing a furiously blushing Chat Noir ducked down behind a wall. There was a faint thudding boom, like a large firework, followed by a much more… masonry sounding boom, and the sound of stonework collapsing.
#“Ladybug! There’s a Champion at Hôtel Matignon. She can fly, melee combat, no mind control. I think the Akuma is in her hammer, when she hits metal with it, it turns into, well, just about anything… including ranged weapons. Like cannons. She really likes cannons.”# There was another set of booms. #“…Very, very scary cannons. Calls herself the ‘Tinker’.”#
Alright. Chat sounded a bit stressed, but the information was the usual type they tried to tell each other when one of them got to an Akumatized before the other. Basic bullet points of what they’d found to be the vital info. But then-
#“PLEASE hurry, she doesn’t have leggings!”# Chat wailed on the recording, his blushes getting worse before he ended the call.
No. She HAD heard it right the first time. Maybe it’d make sense when she got there.
Finding Real Love