Glory Girl was hovering over the school, searching for Bonesaw. The ‘cocoon’, as Amy had called it, was damaged much as the school gate had been, but Glory Girl was still intact inside.
Huh.
The fact that she was looking made it very possible that we were facing the worst case scenario.
She’s lost track of them…
And now they’re probably headed out of town.
The bug-killing smoke extended outside of the school gates. It was hard to verify if they’d gone that way and corked the flow of the smoke or if it was traces from before. My only resource and means of detecting it was my bugs, but testing it meant killing them by the dozens, if not hundreds.
Which is not very helpful, yeah.
If they stayed on the grounds and I left, it could mean something ugly for Amy and Glory girl. Conversely, if they’d left and I stayed, it could mean disaster for everyone else.
Hey, look, another trolley!
I left, flying Atlas in an ever-expanding circle, reaching out with my bugs to scan the surroundings.
With a mixture of relief and fear, I realized that Bonesaw’s extermination smoke was stronger a half mile away.
A half mile that’s suspiciously in the direction of the closest city limit?
I’d been lucky enough to guess right.
They’d split up. Two trails, extending down different streets.
Ahh… which means you need to figure out which one belongs to Jack.
My bugs felt around to see where the death-zone was, a few dropping dead each time, their numbers whittling down. It was like a game of battleship, with constantly moving ships and limited ammunition.
You can feel the cannonballs dying whenever they hit a ship.
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