“If we met up with Angel, and convinced some of these girls to join us…” Iggy trailed off.
“Then we might just stand a chance,” Gazzy finished. Iggy couldn’t see, but Gazzy’s eyes were glistening.
“Let’s do it,” he said enthusiastically, and nudged Iggy’s shoulder. “Let me just go grab my girlfriend, and we can leave for Russia right now!”
They heard a gurgling sound, and then a pipe protruding from the wall started to spit. Fresh sludge surged onto the floor.
“Gross!”
The guard laughed as they scrambled away from the slime. “You missed a spot,” she taunted.
“It’s a regular comedy hour down here,” Iggy muttered, lifting his wet feet in disgust.
Gazzy watched the waste circling down the drain. “What’s the point of cleaning this place if it just keeps pumping down?”
Iggy pulled his shirt up over his nose to filter the fresh stink. “There is no point,” he said, his voice muffled. “That’s the point—we’re unnecessary.”
“Ugh, I just can’t take the smell,” Gazzy said, gagging.
Iggy chuckled to himself. “Oh, Gasman, I think that aroma’s called karma.”
Gazzy socked Iggy in the arm.
“Wait, I smell something else,” Iggy whispered suddenly. “There’s someone in here with us.”
51
HORSEMAN STEPPED FROM the shadows and clamped a hand over the Gasman’s mouth before he could turn around.
“Don’t move,” Horseman whispered, keenly aware of the guard standing overhead. “Stay calm.”
But when you’ve spent your entire life running, someone telling you not to move seems pretty suspicious.
The Gasman bit down on Horseman’s fingers so hard that, even through the gloves, he almost cut through bone. Horseman cursed, hunching over his wounded hand, and everything dissolved into quick chaos.
“Get out of here, Iggy!” Gazzy screamed.
Iggy shook his head. “I won’t leave—”
“Go!” Gazzy insisted, pulling something from his pocket. “I’m right behind you!”
“What’s going on?” the guard demanded, waving her crossbow. “Who’s that down there?”
Iggy heard the snag of the match and dove for the ladder just as Gazzy tossed the small flame into the bucket of chemicals they’d been using for cleaning.
And then the blast drowned out everything.
It made the walls shudder and the floor disappear. It blew Gazzy, Iggy, and Horseman upward. Horseman shot his arm out to catch the ladder, dangling to the side. As smoke billowed up through the shaft, the dangerous mix of chemicals burned his eyes. He squeezed them shut, but the insides of his eyelids felt like they were lined with thorns.
He didn’t have time to worry about it, though—just kept his eyes shut and scrambled up the ladder as fast as he could, three rungs at a time. The fire alarm was wailing, and the army of girls was spilling out of the floors he’d been blown past.
“Breach!” they shouted when they saw Horseman on the ladder. “Stop him!”
Two arrows whizzed past his ears, and he heard the warriors climbing after him in fierce pursuit. He hadn’t heard the Gasman or Iggy since the explosion.
Horseman’s left hand felt nearly crippled, but the chute was too narrow to fly through, so he did the only thing he could do: He climbed as fast as possible.
His eyes still burned, and he tried opening them. Tears poured down his cheeks—everything was blurry and he couldn’t see through the smoke. The ladder seemed endless, but finally, after at least a hundred rungs of agony, Horseman burst out of the silo and blinked painfully in the light. His eyes were still tearing, but a quick glance showed him that the bird kids were nowhere to be seen. He turned quickly to screw down the heavy cement lid over the manhole, ignoring the loud bangs coming from beneath his feet—he’d deal with the group later.