I stayed in the truck as Coil’s men unloaded it. I sensed some of the people venturing out of their residences, and I was careful to leave them unmolested by the bugs, using only what I had to in order to track them.
Nice. Yeah, this call to meet is unsettling enough as it is, try not to unsettle them more by swarming them with too many bugs.
Watching from windows and entryways, encouraged by those who left, others ventured to follow.
“Might as well… Not like she couldn’t have killed us already if she wanted to.”
The area in which I’d ordered the truck to stop was open. I hoped would encourage the growing crowd to approach.
Nice.
The truck was parked in the middle of the road, and the boxes were unloaded onto the ground just below the rear of the truck. I wasn’t sure I liked that they were getting wet, but I knew they were at least partially waterproof. I should have thought to ask Coil for some kind of platform or pallet to set them down on.
I doubt the civilians mind the supplies being a bit wet at this point.
Besides, what isn’t wet in Brockton Bay these days?
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