“Move It,” Setsuko Ordered
the only feasible arrangement that could be made- and did not come out the other end
- changes temperature or vibrates
- a one-way ticket back to Venezuela
- same process was repeated with the pillowcase
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“Move it,” Setsuko ordered, jabbing the capacitor at me. “We have to disappear before donut boy shows up.”
“But I know what’s going on!” She could tell I wasn’t so sure of that, not after so much chaos. “At least some of it. Let’s go talk it out. We’ll combine the messages I’ve decoded and whatever information you possess into the only feasible arrangement that could be made with all those facts, and then we’ll have the whole story!”
“Quit stalling.” A spark leapt off the dangling wire that entered one end of the capacitor and did not come out the other end. There was still some juice in the unstable thing, and it could be discharged whenever it changes temperature or vibrates.
She hustled me into a nearby alleyway with laundry hanging on lines high above. “All I want,” she sighed, “is a one-way ticket back to Venezuela. But tell me what it is you think you’ve figured out.”
Venezuela? That was White Faces territory. Why would a rogue mime think she could be safe there? Unless she wasn’t rogue at all. But, why drop me such a huge hint?
While she stared me down, brandishing the electrified cylinder, two pieces of laundry, a fitted sheet and a pillowcase, detached and fluttered down toward us. The sheet wafted directly to Setsuko and covered her head. The same process was repeated with the pillowcase, except that time it was my head. Someone bound my wrists, moving with uncanny silence and swiftness.
Ninjas!
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