The phone call from Coil’s people came when we’d reached the beach – the closest spot I could think of that would put us out of line of sight in the continued fighting. I directed the guy on the phone to our position, and in my nervousness, I had to get them to verify, twice, that they’d safely made it through the barricade without any trouble.
Good call, especially considering what happened last time.
All we needed was another ambush at the barricades from more of Hookwolf’s underlings.
Yeah, that.
One of these days I might stop reading up to right before the last sentence in paragraphs… maybe. Certainly not today.
The moment the pair of ambulances arrived, we loaded Grue into the back of one, the three dogs into the other. Brutus and Judas had shrunk, having shed the layers of added bulk, and were more or less alright underneath it all.
yay!
Angelica, though, had been in Fog’s mist, and wasn’t any better even though she was almost normal size.
noo 😦
She’d inhaled the mist, drawn it into her lungs. I could only surmise that it had consequently made its way into her bloodstream, and from there, to the rest of her body. Only time would tell how much damage Fog had done to her from within.
Bad fog man. |:(
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