I stopped, turned the flashlight on an open apartment door. “Here, maybe?”
Grue grunted, adjusted the position of the unconscious body he had draped over one shoulder, “Scout it.”
Time for the bugdar, I suppose.
Bitch nodded, letting Angelica off the chain, pointing at the door. Of the four dogs she had with her, only Angelica was still under the influence of her power, standing three times her usual size.
Ah, apparently not. It’s time for the far less subtle dogdar instead!
Despite the invigorating effects of Bitch’s attentions, the dog moved slowly as she loped into the apartment. It was painful to look at her – she was moving as though she were ten years older than she was.
Ouch. Did she participate in the Leviathan pileup and get injured rather than killed? I don’t remember any of the dogs in the pileup surviving, but it could’ve happened. I suppose it wouldn’t make sense for Rachel to keep Angelica out of it when she included Brutus and Judas.
The other dogs pulled at their chains, wanting to follow. Bitch made angry clucking noises, then ordered them to sit. They were slow to obey, but I think something about the look in Bitch’s eyes told them they’d better listen.
Oh, they’d better, alright.
One of them reared back as I sent more bugs into the interior to investigate.
Ah…
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