“Not thinking straight,” Amy said, “Not enough to go into a situation like this. Don’t want to get bombed. Um.”
I get it. They should probably have asked if you wanted to get off before they started moving.
“It’s fine,” I said. “Still willing to help?”
She nodded.
Remote help – the kind of “send the bugs my way” arrangement Taylor was talking about before?
Or maybe Amy’s going to be their spy and communicate to Taylor by manipulating bugs when the bombing seems to draw near?
“I’m going to send you the bugs I can’t use. If you want to make more bugs that can relay my signal, that’d be great. If you can think of something else… I need firepower.”
Right, let’s see if she’s actually willing to do that.
“And we’re going to be short on mobility if we need to make a run for it,” Grue said. “Too many of us for two dogs that can carry people, unless we’re lucky and Genesis picked a form that works.”
Hmm.
I doubt Amy can make steeds out of bugs given the established limitations, but maybe she could send something else useful their way.
We’d sent Regent’s group out with Shatterbird, Imp and Ballistic, with the idea that Genesis would meet them there. They’d taken one of Coil’s trucks, since Bastard wasn’t old enough, big enough or trained enough to carry a rider.
“What am I supposed to make?”
Ah, yeah, Bastard’s not gonna be able to carry them. But at least that truck might come in handy, if the Nine haven’t destroyed it.
“Figure it out, Amy. If you can’t think of anything, the relay bugs are excellent. Really.”
“Okay.” She let me help her down.
Again, I appreciate that Taylor is validating her efforts.
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