Chapter Twenty-Five
“Carrie Hatchett,” screamed, squeaked, squealed and shrieked the surrounding placktoids in unison. The noise was almost unbearably painful. Carrie, Dave and the actor dropped to their knees, their hands over their ears.
“You are surrounded,” the mechanical aliens continued, their voices echoing from the buildings around.
Keeping her hands over her ears, Carrie lifted her arm and checked behind her. On the steps of Broadcasting House, the four dandrobians stood. Their expressions were uncharacteristically grim. Narcissus’ face was covered in dried blood. There would be no exit in that direction.
“You cannot escape us this time,” the placktoids chorused. “We have you at last.”
Rising to her feet, her hands forming fists as they fell to her sides, Carrie shouted, “Whe
