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“Blue!” Indigo’s voice attempts to cut through the room to get her sister’s attention, but Blue has her back to the door and the volume on the speakers all the way up. They’re all still a little incredulous that she was able to restore them in the first place. She’d scavenged the parts herself from an old theatre she’d had to hike all day to get to, plus all the way back with a backpack full of heavy scrap pieces. She’d stayed up all the following night tinkering with tools she stole from Rotty’s miserable boss before she finally figure out the last problem was actually how much dust had collected in spots it shouldn’t have. The thing has been a pain in everyone’s ass ever since. “BLUE!”

Blue continues to bop her head along to the electronic music she’d recently discovered, so Indigo does what she does best and puts herself right between Blue and the thing in her way. She sits on the desk next to Blue, which makes the makeshift thing teeter a bit and all of the half finished gadgets on it go wobbling.

“BLUE!” she shouts again.

“That’s ME!” her sister says animatedly, arms thrusting outward to steady the table. She raises her voice, animated, excited, “how’d the gig go?”

“Blue, there was,” she stutters, grabs fistfuls of her own hair in frustration. When she pulls them away from her face, they’re stained with the blue paint her sister uses to color her hair every morning. It’s also why the tips of Blue's fingers are perpetually stained dark purple. “Four keepers,” she’s huffing, and she’s got rage in her eyes. Her anger gets the better of her, even as she’s trying so hard to contain it. “That was NOT PART OF THE PLAN.”

“Er, what wasn’t?” Blue tries not to furrow her brows, her smile going a little lopsided.

“Don’t even try to convince me Lane was the one who came up with those monkey bomb’s,” she says, finger pointed and everything. “I know I saw you working on them last week.”

“Oh yeah, that,” she shrugs, flips the little goggles down again and tries to start studying the bit of tech in front of her. Indigo clenches her fists at her side, her shoulders lifting almost to her ears before Blue keeps talking, voice fast and quick. “Lane told me you guys were going to go pinch some stuff from a place in Old Loop and wanted me to knock some stuff out on the backend, but he saw my monkey grenade and thought it might be a good backup plan so I gave them to him. Did they work?” She flicks her gaze back up to her sister, but isn’t met with warmth and quickly turns back to her small pair of pliers, moulding a bit of scrap into a new shape. Her voice stays quick, animated; she’s proud of herself. “I snuck into that old warehouse up by Zlatsov’s place. You should have seen me trying to get that old system up and running. The wires were a mess! Can’t believe the whole thing didn’t short circuit. Knocked out the comm tower in that area so that if you guys got caught no one would be able to radio for backup.”

“BLUE!” Indigo shouts again, this time to get her little sister to shut her mouth. She knocks the pliers out of her sisters hands, trying to meet her eyes. “We didn’t need your help! I told you, your inventions are NOT READY!”

“Did they work?”

“NO!”

“You said there were four keepers.” Blue looks at her sister in her eyes. “Did everyone make it out?”

“Not the four Keepers your monkey bomb’s blew up!”

“But Rotty? Lane? Copper? They’re all good, right?”

Indigo grits her teeth, chest heaving even harder. Curtly, she nods.

Blue shrugs, turning her back on her sister.

“Then I was ready.”

“They wouldn’t have even known we were there if you didn’t knock out their computer system, Blue, don’t you see? You’re the reason we almost got caught int he first place. We weren’t going to get caught. In and out, no one noticing—that was the plan.” Indigo steps towards her little sister, makes sure she’s speaking right into her face. “And you fucked it all up.”