“Legend, Battery, Cache,” Tattletale rattled off names through the phone, “Chariot, Glory Girl.”
Oh boy, Glory Girl’s here too. How’s Amy going to react to that? I can’t imagine she wants Victoria to see her riding around with the Undertravelers.
Amy squeaked, barely audible, a failed attempt to speak.
The flying man in the lead pointed his hand towards Tattletale. If that was Legend, one laser blast could take all of them out.
Don’t do it, man. You’re better than that.
I wasn’t sure if he’d spotted us through the mist and smoke.
“Want me to use my power?” Grue asked.
Well, if they haven’t spotted you, that ought to tip them off, but if they have… it ought to help you escape.
“No,” Tattletale’s voice came from my phone. “Skitter? Inform them.”
About Siberian’s true nature?
I drew words out with the flying insects, big and bold, with an arrow pointing down at the crater. ‘SIBERIAN + HER CREATOR’
Nice. That ought to get the point through.
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