Mumbling under her breath, pulse pounding, Juliette carefully pulled one of the Blue Targo babies from around her ankle and held it over the exposed wires. “Teenagers,” she grumbled with exasperation. “Couldn’t just tell me from the beginning we were carrying around deadly weapons and probably could’ve walked right out the front door. All we had to do was wave them around and everyone would’ve cleared the room.”
“Forget the wires! I can hear footsteps!” Balinora motioned with her arm, urging Juliette to come over.
“Just tell me what to do! Nothing’s happening!” Juliette hopped from one foot to the other as she dangled the sleeping Targo out over the wires, debating about whether to cut and run or stay and try to disable the elevator.
“Rub its belly. It’ll spew acid. But be careful, Ju-J
