“Three people, two fliers?” Tattletale asked.
Maybe you have enough time to let the fliers come back for Imp and Ballistic? Although Genesis might not be able to carry them in her current form, so maybe Shatterbird would have to make two trips.
“Can carry one,” Regent said. “Too tired to carry more.” Shatterbird landed and wrapped her arms around him.
Looks like he’s handling himself.
“I can try to carry the others,” Genesis’s voice sounded very normal considering her gargoyle-like face. Bitch handed her a length of chain.
Alright, I guess she’s stronger than the pterodactyl comparison suggests.
“One minute and fifteen seconds. Not sure if it’s paranoia or my power, but I think the bomb’s going to hit closer to the deadline than not.”
It’s also better for writing a nick-of-time escape.
Genesis gathered the chain into a loop. As Imp and Ballistic found their seats and Genesis made motions to take off, there was the sound of shifting rubble.
Crawler, no. Bad kitty.
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