“And the second warning?” I asked. I wanted him to finish.
“In…” Jack pulled out a pocket watch on a chain. “T-minus thirty-four minutes, Shatterbird is going to sing loud enough for much of the city to hear her.
Ahh.
As was suggested in Hookwolf’s Interlude, they don’t want the glass to kill potential recruits, but they’re still going through with the city-wide shatter – they’ll just warn their nominees to stay away from glass first.
She wants to make it known to everyone in Brockton Bay that we’re here, and since there’s no need to maintain surprise with our potential members, I said she should. With this in mind, you would be well advised to stay away from anything made of glass or any beaches, and be sure to put away anything in your pockets with a screen.”
Beaches? Interesting. Does she control raw sand too? Or is this commentary on the amount of glass shards people leave there sometimes?
Dad. The people in my territory. I had to warn them, but…
Oh boy. It’s a race against time, a choice between Tattletale and warning people. Shit.
I looked down at Tattletale and felt paralyzed.
“That’s the meat and bones of it,” Jack smiled, “It was nice to meet you two.”
Sure.
Also “meat and bones of it” seems like something Bonesaw should be saying.
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