I had them in place for less than ten seconds before I found a moving vehicle.
Alright, so it looks like she does have two-way access to the relayed bugs. Sweet.
It was a truck with plastic sheeting over the windows, four-wheeled, with a compact rear. A small moving truck? It was moving faster than was safe, veering wildly as it to get through the water and over the damaged streets, and it was heading straight for central downtown. Straight for the others.
Siberian is super motivated, clearly.
“Found him!” I hollered, at the top of my lungs. Tattletale looked over at me, and I signaled, extending my arm to the ten o’clock position.
Maybe we’ll actually be able to catch up before Siberian makes too much of a mess over there!
I felt strangely calm as I shifted my focus to the attack.
Let’s do this thing. Fuck ‘em up, Taylor.
If it came down to it, I’d have to kill the man.
What do you mean if it came down to it? Isn’t that your main objective?
My bugs clustered on the ‘windshield’ of flapping plastic, gathering in heavy numbers. The faster moving dragonflies and hornets began to pelt the plastic, attempting to drive themselves through it. Most died in the process.
Subtle.
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