“Yes,” Burnscar frowned. “I did.”
“Then why are you doing it differently than he did?” Grue pointed at Mannequin.
Oh, is he asking for a deadline?
He was buying us time, using Mannequin’s inability to talk and Burnscar’s less than firm grasp to throw her off her stride. He didn’t know it, but he’d also provided me with a distraction.
Excellent. Good work, Grue.
My capsaicin-laced bugs made their way down my back and the backs of my legs. Near the surface of the shallow water, they spread out, sticking to shadows, the cover of burning rubbish and the darkness that swirled around Grue.
I guess she figured she shouldn’t use flying ones. Easier to spot, especially in large numbers.
“Doing it differently? This isn’t that complicated,” Burnscar said.
“How’s it going to look if you do it wrong? I imagine Mannequin’s going to get punished for fucking up,” Grue said, “But he at least tried. If you screw up here, right at the beginning, you really think your team is going to be impressed? No, they’re going to be embarrassed.
And here I thought it was going to be Taylor doing the tattletaling. Looks like Grue can do that pretty decently too.
And I bet they’ll take it out on the person who embarrassed them.”
Sounds about right.
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