Atlas and I crossed the gap to the ship. I waited for the hit of Cherish’s power, but it didn’t come.
But is that because she’s unaware, because she wants you to come, or because she’s not there?
My bugs sensed more of Bonesaw’s traps – areas heavy with fog, or where vials had been thrown, placed or dropped. I was glad there wasn’t any of the extermination smoke.
I suppose she probably spent her supply on that shell game in their escape.
I set foot on the tilted deck and began slowly making my way into the ship. My soft soled costumed feet were quiet, barely audible to myself.
Nice.
I drew my gun, readying myself to fire the second I was in range. If Cherish was setting up the Nine for me, I was pretty sure I could hit one and get away before trouble arose.
Yeah, but how much would it accomplish? Probably not enough to be worth the risk just for that.
It was a feeble thought – even Jack, one of their most vulnerable members, hadn’t fallen to gunfire. Still, it was reassuring.
Fair enough.
More traps forced me to make slower progress through the labyrinthine ship’s interior. It was a while before I could stop at the outside of the door at the lowest point of the ship.
Skitter: *knocks twice*
Jack: “Who’s there?”
Skitter: “Skitter.”
Jack: “Skitter who?”
Skitter: “Skitter Rose Hebert.”
Jack: “Oh, that Skitter! Please, come in.”
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