“Jackal?”
That voice was Milo’s, and it was accompanied by the heaves and crunches of massive metal objects being swept to and fro in front of him as he came to investigate.
“Here!” Jackal tried to call out with his perforated lungs.
“Sweet dreams,” I muttered, getting in one last hit with the spear before tossing a couple more parasites onto his torso. It was riddled with more than enough openings for them to find a home without my having to waste a flechette.
The next person to wake up and blink at the world through eyes that looked like those would be their rightful owner. If anyone ever did.
I ran back into the junkyard, barely needing to keep my footsteps soft under the deafening clangs of Milo’s approach.
“Jackal? What did you break?”
With a tiny psst, Mrs. Todd waved for me f
