[ What else is there to do but trust him? He’s confident and kind, and the alternative definitely kidnapped Tim and tried to kill him.
So Tim nods back and puts a finger to his lips. He’ll be quiet as a mouse behind the crates and try to be forgotten. Both the bad guys and the rescuers know he’s here, but he can see that they’re occupied. He almost wishes he hadn’t peeked through the slight gap. That’s a significant amount of blood for less than lethal force.
… he’s going to stay very far away from King Snake. He would’ve thought he’d be more queasy after that, but he hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in hours.
Captain Blue-and-Gold seems a more respectable, safer cape, but Tim has trouble tracking him. Superspeed. Energy something. Super strength. He might be better than Atomight.
One of the lieutenants is brought down next to the improvised lean-to. Their outstretched hand, still clutching a small ray gun, is so close. Tim stares at it. Glances through the crates at the fight. The fight’s not under control, but if they wake up, he’s sitting right there with a giant target on him.
Tim darts halfway out from behind his blind to wrench the gun free, intending to pocket it in his hoodie and slide back out of sight.
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So Tim nods back and puts a finger to his lips. He’ll be quiet as a mouse behind the crates and try to be forgotten. Both the bad guys and the rescuers know he’s here, but he can see that they’re occupied. He almost wishes he hadn’t peeked through the slight gap. That’s a significant amount of blood for less than lethal force.
… he’s going to stay very far away from King Snake. He would’ve thought he’d be more queasy after that, but he hasn’t had anything to eat or drink in hours.
Captain Blue-and-Gold seems a more respectable, safer cape, but Tim has trouble tracking him. Superspeed. Energy something. Super strength. He might be better than Atomight.
One of the lieutenants is brought down next to the improvised lean-to. Their outstretched hand, still clutching a small ray gun, is so close. Tim stares at it. Glances through the crates at the fight. The fight’s not under control, but if they wake up, he’s sitting right there with a giant target on him.
Tim darts halfway out from behind his blind to wrench the gun free, intending to pocket it in his hoodie and slide back out of sight.