My head was starting to pound, my power getting more sluggish. Where possible, I used my bugs to find, catch and kill the bugs Amy had altered with her power. It wasn’t enough; my power was still getting steadily weaker.
“God d’Amyt!”
Amy fell again, climbed to her feet and swatted her good hand through the swarm, disabling those bugs who stayed on her skin for any longer than a second.
Quick work!
Man, Siberian is being downright civil at this point by not seizing this opportunity.
Maybe they’d see letting Skitter help her catch the prey as a form of cheating.
It was also making it harder to sweep the area for Siberian’s real body. There were pockets of people here and there. I needed to keep tabs on the ones who fit Cherish’s description; middle-aged, male, probably unkempt, thin.
Found anyone fitting that yet?
Unfortunately there might be multiple. That ought to throw a spanner in the works a bit.
What made it trickier was that I had to find him without him catching on and sending Siberian after us. There was one man nearby, but he was fit. Another there: fat, startling and trembling at the distant sounds of Siberian tearing through the landscape in her pursuit of Amy.
Clues like that last thing would be useful for telling them apart from the other middle-aged thin men around, though.
I found another, but he was clutching a small child to him, and she clutched him back. Father and daughter, no doubt. The little girl wasn’t Bonesaw, either. Too small.
Aww.
In the next cluster of people- I had to stop and press my fingers to my temples. It hurt. Damn that girl.
Use your ability to talk through the swarm, Taylor! Tell her that you’re trying to help!
Maybe not loud enough for Siberian to hear, though.
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