5
Surviving until next week had never been easier. It turns out these Erasers may or may not have been dangerous on ground, but just like their predecessors, they were useless in the air.
As the leading Eraser slammed himself into my back, I remembered the Voice saying Go with the flow, and let the momentum push me into a forward flip that brought my foot around and up into his groin. Ooooh, and the crowd goes wild! The Eraser let out some sound I'd never heard, somewhere between an angry roar and a whiny yelp, and plummeted to the ground below with his wings tucked in. One down.
Okay, two down. I whirled around just in time to see Fang and Gazzy grabbing the wings of the other Eraser and pulling them back as hard as they could until I heard a satisfying snap. With his wings broken, the other Eraser fell just as hard and fast as his partner had. Note to self: Remember the "pull wings back until snap" tactic for future use.
After hovering in the air a moment to check for a chopper or more Erasers, we figured they had given up and continued our flight north.
"Well this has just been the most wonderful day so far," said Total, poking his small head out of Fang's backpack. The only talking dog in our group had such a sense of humor.
"You're telling me," I said with a grin. "Hey guys, I think I know where we need to go."
Instantly the flock stopped in midair and hovered, all staring at me. Well, except Iggy, but his eyes were looking in my direction.
"Really?" Nudge said with a smile.
Here it comes, said the Voice.
"So, like, can we go back to Florida? Or maybe we can take a hike somewhere in the mountains. I hear it's really nice and cool up there, and we can find a small village somewhere nearby. Or can we go to Canada?"
Well, I can't say I saw the Canada part coming, but okay. "Sorry Nudge, I know it doesn't sound like the most fun, but I think we need to go back to New York."
"Really?" Fang asked with a slight look of confusion.
"Yeah. I think I need to find him again. The kid with the computer."
Fang gave a slight nod, and without another word from the flock (much to my surprise) we continued towards New York. Oh yeah, in case "the kid with the computer" doesn't quite cut it, let me clarify: The kid with the computer that somehow contained all the images that ran through my head during my brain attacks that seemed to have information on how to save the world. Yeah, that should do it.