Thirty-Three:
Piper Powell
I paced in The Watchtower. I didn’t leave. Not until I saw Ransom appear on the screen again. He showed up, being carried by Oliver with Leech dragging the Minitour behind him. I ran from The West Wing all the way to the front of the mansion. “How is he?” I asked. “Is he okay?”
“Pip,” groaned Ransom.
He was being held up by Oliver’s shoulder. He was still in his Bombtastic uniform. His mask was in Oliver’s hands.
“Ransom!” I hugged him, clutching his face in my hands. “See, this is why I said that you needed backup. This is why I said that I wanted to come with you. So that you didn’t get nearly killed by The Minitour.”
“His names Chris,” Ransom rasped.
“What?”
“The Minitour,” said Ransom, “he has a name. Leech is dragg
