I kept my distance from the fight as I directed Atlas toward the library.  With my bugs, I was able to more or less follow the fight.  I couldn’t touch Siberian directly, but I could sense where Legend was directing his attacks, and how he was positioning himself.

Makes sense.

I continued to do what I could to help Legend, sending bugs at Siberian in the hopes of distracting her or finding some way into that truck.  They searched the windows but failed to find a gap.  Some crawled into the exhaust, others into the undercarriage-

Hm? Did you find something? 😮

She fell into a trench as Legend leveled another series of blasts at her, and the movement of the truck coupled with Siberian’s power and its rough texture murdered a solid ninety-percent of the bugs I’d used.

Shit.

The remainder made their way deeper inside.

This might be good though.

The bugs could scent something they registered as food.  A heavy smell, fetid, like garbage.  It was rank in there.

Sheesh, dude, how long have you been staying in this truck without cleaning up?

They crawled through the air conditioning vents and into the truck’s interior.

SUCCESS!

*hacker voice* we’re in

Raibuburoggu sutato!

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Dammit, Bonesaw…

And with Siberian’s master or controller in that truck, she was forced to move more carefully.  If Siberian’s creator didn’t have food and water, this could turn into a battle of attrition.  One Legend might even win.  He was fit, healthy, athletic.  Siberian’s master, according to Cherish, wasn’t.

So basically you think Legend is going to follow them until he has to give up out of thirst or hunger.

Added to that, being in that truck as Siberian leaped around couldn’t be fun.

Bunp. Bunp.

I felt like I was still missing something.  Why was Legend fighting here, of all places?  Whatever else was going on, they were causing pretty horrific property damage, and it had to be hard to fight Siberian in a place with this many high-rises.

I mean, I supposed he could’ve just had to follow her here, but it sounds like there’s more to it.

She could disappear into building interiors, and even if he lowered the height he was flying at, Legend was probably having to penetrate three or four stories of building to get to her.

Eesh.

Carrying the truck, Siberian headed for the storm drains anyways, tearing through the piles of debris.  Legend unloaded on the entire street, collapsing them around her.  Some of my bugs descended with the pieces of the shattered street, and they could feel the warmth of the outside air mingling with the cold, stagnant air of the storm drains.  He’d exposed her.

Nice work, dude.

I’d seen Legend go all out, and this wasn’t it.  Why was he holding back?

Civilians?

Granted, there was little point in hitting Siberian with everything he had, and it was easily possible that trying to drill a hole in the ground around her could theoretically give her the chance to escape, if she found some underground cavern or tunnel, but it could just as easily drown her.

I doubt the monochrome can drown, but the real body sure can.

So long as she had the truck, Siberian had to stay places where there was oxygen.  She couldn’t, I was assuming, dive beneath the water and make her escape from there.  Legend seemed to be going out of his way to keep her aboveground and exposed, attacking only when he had to.

Maybe it’s so she doesn’t burrow, but that too ought to be more difficult with the truck.

He was conserving his strength.  As much as both he and Siberian were powerhouses with more offensive capability than ninety-nine percent of people on the planet, this was a strategic battle.

Ahh… for what?

It was easily possible he was planning to keep this up for hours, harrying her, keeping her from getting her feet under her.

…now if that ain’t karmic, heh.

I chained relay bugs together so one connected to the next, then extended them well beyond the range of my power.  Their progress was relatively slow, but it did allow me to sweep over an entire region around the library.

Sweet.

Bugs stirred into action at my order, and they crawled or flew within a few feet of every horizontal surface that Jack or Bonesaw could be standing on.

No sign of them.  The vault door beneath the library was closed and sealed.

Yeeah, that might be a problem is they’re actually there. It might not have been at the other shelter.

I was about to return to the others when an explosion of dust and rock fragments ripped through a group of bugs a few blocks away from me.

…

Is that good? That’s probably not good.

Wait, so how far is she from the bomb zone? Is this the Bakuda barrage going off?

A woman, no clothes.

To the tune of Bob Marley’s “No Woman No Cry”.

My bugs slid off her skin.

Are we sure it’s even really skin at this point?

Even the slightest abrasion on the surface of the skin served to tear through the legs and bodies of the bugs.  Had to be Siberian.

Well, yeah. I felt like that went without saying, honestly.

I guess this gives Taylor the opportunity to track her movement towards wherever the Nine actually are.

Also, is she still carrying the truck, or has she set her real body down to move separately again?

If the general shape of the large object she was holding was any indication, she still held the truck.

Alright. So that’s still invulnerable, presumably, but if Taylor can get her to drop the truck, she has another shot at killing the real Siberian.