As people arrived and some ventured closer to the pile of boxes, one of Coil’s workers cast a wary glance over his shoulder, in my general direction.
Doesn’t seem comfortable with how close they’re getting. Maybe they’re worried Skitter and co. might lose control over the crowd.
I should have told Coil’s men not to look my way or show any uncertainty. It would hurt the effect I had hoped to generate.
Ah, yeah, I suppose.
To dissuade people from taking the supplies, I set a cloud of bugs around the piles of boxes, enough to be obvious without obscuring what was there.
“Not yet. This is still Skitter’s.”
One of the guys with weapons approached anyways, and I had the swarm move towards him, condensing into a dark shape, buzzing loudly. He backed off.
“NOT YET WE SAID”
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