Siberian was on the far side of the two-lane road that stood beside Amy’s hideout. She didn’t walk straight for Amy, but walked down the street with an almost casual slowness.
Tiger’s on the prowl.
She had one arm out, a hand tracing the side of the building she was walking by, as if to guide her through the effects Grue’s lightless world.
Hm. Can she sense the shape of the building through the part of her power that lets her extend her invulnerability to her surroundings?
My swarm felt dust shower onto them in her wake. It was unexpected, and it demanded investigation. I moved them across the wall, and felt a gap.
Rude. Can’t you use the door every once in a while?
She wasn’t just putting her hand on the wall, but her hand and forearm through it. What did that mean?
Oh, I see.
It means you’d better hope that wall isn’t too critical to the structure.
My bugs felt more dust fall from above. A moth was bludgeoned by a rock that fell from above.
And down it comes.
I felt realization hit me like a bucket of cold water.
Her hand was punching through the exterior wall of the building, but it was also tearing through the supports and load bearing areas. She’d made her way halfway through the ground floor.
Yeah, this wall is coming down, at the very least.
By the time she finished, part of the building was going to collapse and fall.
If the building tipped in the direction of the shattered area, it could easily fall on the mall where Amy was hiding.
Not to mention that there might be people inside.
My bugs formed a picture on a wall near Amy. A rectangle to represent the skyscraper Siberian intended to bring down, a squatter rectangle to represent the mall, a ladybug for Amy and a moth to represent Siberian. I demonstrated what was about to happen.
“Get out of there, now.”
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