I felt like I was punching and kicking and swinging and whaling for two hours, but it was probably about six minutes or so. During that time, I figured out that these New Threat thingies had a couple vulnerable spots: If you brought both hands down in a chopping motion right on top of their heads, their heads actually split open into several metallic strips, like a sectioned orange. Okay, a really gross orange, but you get the idea.

Another vulnerable spot: their trim little ankles. One good strong kick, and they snapped like balsa wood.

In less than ten minutes, thanks to us and the hired security force, the grassy lawn looked like a combination of an army field hospital and an automobile chop shop. Brigid and the officials were white-faced, huddled together by the podium. A quick inventory of the flock revealed the usual bruises, bloody noses, and black eyes, but nothing serious.

Fang came up to me, his face grim, his knuckles raw and bleeding.

I knew what he was going to say. “Okay. No more air shows,” I said.

9

DR. DWYER AND THE CSM had arranged for a special safe house for us – actually five, four were decoys – and kept the real location a secret until we were in a car headed there.

“Seeing battles is hard, if you’re not used to it,” Fang said, watching Brigid’s white face. She nodded tensely, struggling to maintain her cool. She hadn’t been hurt, but her clothes were spattered with blood – I’d been standing right next to her when I had happily discovered the New Threat’s orangey weakness.

“It’s not a picnic even if you are used to it,” I said.

“What were those things?” Iggy asked, rubbing his bruised and scraped knuckles.

“Not sure,” I said. I’d been trying to figure that out myself. They hadn’t been Erasers, those wolf-human hybrids that had tried to kill us about once every hour for the last four years. They hadn’t been Flyboys, which were the flying, cyborg version of Erasers. They hadn’t been straight robots. They were roboty, but with a bit of flesh grown over their frames, and apparently didn’t fly. They hadn’t spoken, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t.



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