There’s an ear-bursting BANG, a blast of hot air and metal shards over their backs as the camouflaged tripmine detonates. It punches a jagged hole through the side of the car opposite. Only Harley’s speed and sharp reflexes save them both gruesome injury- but they are out of the way, and the charge was clearly shaped to go off in one direction. Outside its immediate radius, they may look undignified, and the back of Harley’s coat may be a bit singed, but they’re-
Bang. Bang bang BOOM.
-safe?
Zandros needs to get his head together, fast. One charge after another goes off in the walls of scrap around them, rapid-fire, too many and too fast to figure out where the dull shudders are emanating from. Suddenly the sway of junk above becomes a totter, a lean, rusting cars collapsing into tangled scrap and then it all begins to slide, a wave of crumpled metal and jagged tetanus-laden shards rolling down on the team. No time to think. There’s only running, finding somewhere that’s safe as the wave slams into the junk behind them and another slide begins to their left…
Eventually the thunder ebbs, and there’s only the slumped mounds of slowly settling junk behind them. By wits or strength or miracle everyone’s alive, and nobody is seriously hurt… but Harley and Zandros find themselves alone on one path, with no sign of their gnomish scientist.
And Tamminy? Who knows where she is, but it’s not the path back to the entrance. There’s just a vicious, impassable mountain of junk behind her.
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Bang. Bang bang BOOM.
-safe?
Zandros needs to get his head together, fast. One charge after another goes off in the walls of scrap around them, rapid-fire, too many and too fast to figure out where the dull shudders are emanating from. Suddenly the sway of junk above becomes a totter, a lean, rusting cars collapsing into tangled scrap and then it all begins to slide, a wave of crumpled metal and jagged tetanus-laden shards rolling down on the team. No time to think. There’s only running, finding somewhere that’s safe as the wave slams into the junk behind them and another slide begins to their left…
Eventually the thunder ebbs, and there’s only the slumped mounds of slowly settling junk behind them. By wits or strength or miracle everyone’s alive, and nobody is seriously hurt… but Harley and Zandros find themselves alone on one path, with no sign of their gnomish scientist.
And Tamminy? Who knows where she is, but it’s not the path back to the entrance. There’s just a vicious, impassable mountain of junk behind her.