She nodded. Her expression was solemn. “Hours instead of weeks. And as people experience mood shifts with anger and fear, or if the hallucinations get worse-”
They start killing each other before the prions do.
“The fighting among teammates will, too,” I finished. “It could get ugly.”
“If we’re going to save everyone, we need Amy. For that, we need to ask Cherish.”
Ohh, yeah, good idea. And since the redness doesn’t spread to the sea, she won’t be affected.
Though she’s not exactly trustworthy anyway.
I shook my head. “Who?”
“Um. You remember capturing a member of the Nine?”
Two, even?
Did I? We’d ambushed them, walked away with captives, yes. But we’d lost someone too.
Yep.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“And we confined one?”
I nodded. This was working. I could piece together the information. We’d called that person on a phone, hadn’t we? “Cell phones aren’t working consistently.”
For some reason.
“Is it safe?” a male voice asked.
Hiya, Grue.
“Sure.”
I stayed silent.
He stepped out from around the corner to stand by the blond girl. “This is Skitter?”
Nice to meet you!
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