C382 This Job Was Definitely Done

Westley was not one to pass up even the slimmest chance.

He rifled through the Rat Killer's clothes, hoping to uncover something of use.

After a lengthy search, a tiny device tumbled out.

Westley picked it up, examining it closely, stroking his chin in thought. "Could this be some sort of communication tool?"

Yet, despite his pondering, its operation eluded him