"He could be anywhere," Mandy whispered, facing Fleet, eyes darting from side to side as the crowd streamed by on either side of them oblivious to his costume and her injuries.
"Keep looking."
He was here, he'd told them so in the broadcast, somewhere in the crowd or in one of the buildings, suitcase bomb armed and ticking, waiting for them, half-hoping Dreamland would stop him.
A man flew through a plate-glass window high above them, panicking and thrashing against thin air until his anti-grav belt kicked in and let him swoop away towards uptown.
"Looks like Rapture found him."
Well, I did not see that coming! Good twist!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
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