“Cricket,” he called out. “You alive?”
I hope so.
I mean, all of these are shitty people, but Cricket’s one of the cool shitty people.
He heard a sound, movement, and turned. She was gingerly searching through the carpet of weaponized glass shards for her artificial larynx. She found it and pressed the cylinder to her throat. “Alive.”
I like this device, too. It’s a good example of how helpful even comparably simple tinkertech can be. 🙂
“You said something was wrong. What did you notice?”
“Sound. The glass was singing. Still is.” She pointed at one wall.
Hm, yeah, sounds like I was on to something last time with the power working via vibrations.
Hookwolf followed the line to a building across the street and a little ways to one side.
His ears were ringing, but he doubted that was it. It would be something subsonic that Cricket noticed with her power, then.
Yep!
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