Siberian

It was also making it harder to sweep the area for Siberian’s real body.  There were pockets of people here and there.  I needed to keep tabs on the ones who fit Cherish’s description; middle-aged, male, probably unkempt, thin.

> Prey 14.2

> > “So we’re right?”  Lisa leaned forward.  “There’s a weakness.  She has a real body somewhere?”

> > “She does.  Right now it’s actually not too far from you.”

> > Fifteen feet away.  I remembered Alec’s joke.

> > “Near that hole the Endbringer made,” Cherish said.  “Both of them, the real Siberian and the body.”

> > “You know what she looks like?”

> > “He.  A man.  Middle aged or older.  Unkempt.  Doesn’t eat much, probably thin.”

> > That wasn’t what I would have expected.

> Prey 14.1

“I’ve looked at the timelines.  It’s not likely that William Manton could be conducting experiments to give some poor girl tentacles in Illinois at the same time Siberian’s busy attacking people in Miami.  Not to mention he barely looked capable of taking care of himself, let alone conducting research.”

Interlude 14y

“My eyes are better than most. A minor benefit of my powers. The backs of his hands, perhaps you can make out the tattoos? A cauldron on the left hand, a swan on the right.”

Prey 14.7

Manton spoke, his voice gravelly for his relatively young age, “We could send some of our clients to you. Happier clients are better for business.”

Interlude 15x