Having gathered as many bugs as I could, I drew my relay bugs back and spaced them around the perimeter of my own range, effectively extending it by a block in every direction.
“Have to stall Crawler long enough to make a run for it!” I shouted.
“Have to do it in the next eight minutes!” Tattletale called out.
Ah, I see you found out the time. Honestly, eight minutes is more than I thought it’d be.
Grue was getting Sirius to keep pace with Bentley, who was brawnier and slower.
“Bomb hits then?”
“Sometime after then. Could be eight minutes and ten seconds, could be fifteen minutes!”
Ah, fair enough. At least knowing the minimum time you’ve got is way more useful than knowing the maximum time.
I swore under my breath. Eight minutes made for a deceptively small amount of time.
The heroes were gathered. I couldn’t set them apart. With few exceptions, they each wore an identical costume with full body coverage.
I forgot they’d be here too, in addition to any other villains falling into the trap.
There were subtle differences in height and body shape, which let me identify the people at the extreme ends of the physical spectrum: Vista, who was the smallest, and Triumph, the most musclebound. Weld wasn’t in the concealing costume, presumably to retain more of his shapeshifting capability.
Seems reasonable. It also wouldn’t be difficult to tell who the guy with the really heavy footsteps was anyway.