here, and they don't." Another minitank piled onto Axel.
CJ's head spun forward. Had even a full minute passed since she'd thrown the last smoke grenade? She thought not, though it seemed like centuries.
The massed minitanks had hardly started to move since being rocked by the blindfire of the Destroyers. Packed so tight that they were almost wedged in place, there was only one thing CJ could do with the enemy: she leaped to the top of the nearest minitank and started to hop. Skipping from one armored beetle-back to the next, dancing away from the swinging blades that reached up for her, she crossed the sea of enemy forces.
Reggie stood blinking at the oak frame of the entrance. "Come on, Mercedes," he muttered to the disinterested door that blocked his way, "Answer me."
The door flung open. Mercedes stood there, hands on hips, her eyebrows drawn together in a storm. "I ought to throw you out of the window," she growled.
Reggie held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Lead me to my doom, Mistress." He stood
CJ's head spun forward. Had even a full minute passed since she'd thrown the last smoke grenade? She thought not, though it seemed like centuries.
The massed minitanks had hardly started to move since being rocked by the blindfire of the Destroyers. Packed so tight that they were almost wedged in place, there was only one thing CJ could do with the enemy: she leaped to the top of the nearest minitank and started to hop. Skipping from one armored beetle-back to the next, dancing away from the swinging blades that reached up for her, she crossed the sea of enemy forces.
Reggie stood blinking at the oak frame of the entrance. "Come on, Mercedes," he muttered to the disinterested door that blocked his way, "Answer me."
The door flung open. Mercedes stood there, hands on hips, her eyebrows drawn together in a storm. "I ought to throw you out of the window," she growled.
Reggie held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Lead me to my doom, Mistress." He stood