Between the four of us, I doubted Sirius had it in him. Not if we wanted to move fast.
“Grue!” I called out.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” He turned his head around.
What. You’re not thinking of trading places, are you?
To be fair, unlike Ballistic, Skitter is a runner who didn’t just get dropped 15 feet.
I disentangled from Bitch’s grip, avoided Grue’s clutching hand and slid to the ground. I didn’t land with both feet under me, so I tipped over and rolled.
Taylor, you’re not on fire yet, you don’t need to stop, drop and roll!
“Ballistic, take my seat!” I shouted, as I got my feet under me. I glanced behind me at Crawler and broke into a run.
Yeah, I can understand why Grue doesn’t like this (his something is potentially sacrificing her life for Ballistic), but it does mean a better overall chance of team survival than Ballistic running.
“Skitter!” Grue barked the word.
“Just go! I have a plan!”
You do?
Have you sensed something Amy produced that can help you out?
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