Cyrus slid down the evacuation slide and ran for cover amid an explosion of bullets.
The conference room was crawling with armed security guards.
He crashed into the carpet, covering his head as bullets flew over him.
Who the hell were these guys and how did they get here so fast?
A staticky voice cut through the gunfire.
"Whoever youse are, you picked the wrong fight tonight. Gnomes, unite!"
A loud, unified cry erupted from the train. A swarm of gnomes poured out, their picks and shovels and axes and spades raised. A pick flipped through the air over Cyrus and struck one of the guards in the chest. The man dropped his gun, hollered, and fell back, clutching at the pick’s handle.
From the lead car, Wendy closed her eyes and her hands glowed with golden energy. She opened them and sl
