Even if they wouldn’t be cut to shreds, I wasn’t sure they would survive if Shatterbird detonated that case of rocket launcher rounds with a shard in the right place or a large enough impact.
Eesh.
“Bitch,” I spoke. “The boxes!”
Bitch was sliding off of Bentley’s back, opening the first metal box and stretching out the contents.
Oh right, I suppose it wouldn’t make sense for them all to have explosives given how it turned out they wanted to use them.
So, whatcha got?
The case was a piece of camping gear I’d noticed ages ago, when I’d first been buying things for my costume. A watertight case for luggage with a metal frame inside that campers could stretch out to use as a drying rack for clothes and towels.
…nice. How does it help here?
We didn’t have luggage inside. No, the box held parts of the mannequins I’d been using for costume design.
My question still stands.
Strung together with silk, two mannequins dangled from the frame.
Bitch adjusted the way one mannequin hung and headed over to set up the other case.
The one use I can think of is as decoys, but we’ve already got the bug decoys and the shadow decoys, neither of which needs a skeleton.
My bugs had reached Shatterbird and started attacking her. Brown recluses, capsaicin, wasps, hornets and bees. I’d never attacked someone like this.
Even Lung didn’t have to feel the capsaicin on his dick.