The fires were only growing across the city. The clones were making short work of any resistance. Although he couldn’t see it, Will imagined people getting blasted to pieces as some of them tried to fight back. “Come on, get out of your head and pick a direction,” Gabon said.
The ring was right. “Yeah,” Will replied.
He scanned the fire for any flashes of magenta to go along with it. For a minute he saw nothing. “Come on, shoot something,” he said, growing impatient. Then, as if the universe were listening in the distance. “Times Square?” he asked.
“Yep,” Gabon replied. “Not surprised,” Will replied and flew in that direction. From the air it looked closer than it really was. The light didn’t help much. “I hate cites,” Will said as he sailed through the air.
“Then why do you live in on
