A spear of darkness soared towards the sky. When it lost momentum, it began billowing outward and drifting slightly with the wind. A signal.
A dark beacon!
What’s up, Grue? Did Mannequin catch up?
Did Timmy fall down a well?
If so, good. Timmy is responsible for all the deaths in Extermination, after all. He can stay down there for a while.
“Come on, Bastard!” I ordered. I bolted for Brian’s location. I crossed the street, glancing at the fallen Bentley, and I headed toward an alley.
RIP Bentley.
My bugs crossed paths with me, and the items made their way into my hands. A cheap plastic lighter and a packet of matches.
Got it in one!
Well, not the matches, but they follow the same basic idea.
I stashed the matches between my belt and my hip and slid the lighter into a small pocket in my utility compartment.
The matches are probably more useful than the lighter, since they can be lit and then thrown. To do the same with the lighter, she’d probably need to bind the button somehow. (I suppose she could do that with spider silk, but the silk doesn’t handle heat very well. Which is one of several reasons Taylor should avoid getting into a fight with Sundancer.)
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