Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight... shutting up now. We're back to the action!
46
Here was the plan. Aaron was going to pretend that he had been playing us all along, and bringing us in for capture. If that didn't work, Sarah gave us all earplugs. I hoped that I'd never have to find out why.
We were lucky enough to find some ropes to bind us together. Just who would have rope in the Empire State building was a complete mystery. It was an office building, right? Anyway, we put in our earplugs before binding our hands. It seemed like a good idea. Aaron's were understandably larger than ours. He did have an Eraser's senses, after all.
After we were bound we stood out on the roof for a few seconds, preparing for what we knew we had to do. It was probably the hardest thing most of us had to do in our lives. Even pretending to surrender was going to take a toll on us.
Heaving a sigh, Aaron jumped out into open air, followed by five other bodies, and we snapped out our wings out simultaneously.
It was tough, pretending not to enjoy it.
47
We met the mass of flying furry bodies head on, and slowed to a hover. The Erasers closest to us immediately started to ask Aaron questions, and not necessarily ones he could answer. I scanned their minds and it appeared that they had never intended to let us go without a fight. I looked at the faces around me, and everyone started to appear worried. I gave Sarah a wink.
It was time for plan B.
I didn't know what plan B was, but I soon found out. Erasers in my line of sight suddenly began to fall from view, and Aaron had a pained look on his face. I looked back to Sarah, and noticed that her mouth was open, and her fur was starting to look damp from what I was certain was sweat. She must have been screaming at a pitch that no one but Eraser's and herself could hear, and at such a decibel level to make anyone in the area not wearing ear-plugs fall from the sky.
There were about ten enemies left when Sarah herself started to collapse from exhaustion. I released my bonds—hail to the slipknot—and caught her before she could hit the ground. She was surprisingly light. I set her down on the roof of a nearby skyscraper, and returned to join my squad, who had also undone the knots on their ropes.
Ten against five, meaning two to one. Not bad odds for us.
48
I read the newspaper in Toronto later, and found out that they called the incident in New York "A freak tornado." Yeah, I guess you could call it that. Here's what really happened. It was actually over REALLY quickly. There I was, itching for a fight, when all of a sudden, Eric flew out in front of all of us.
Then he flapped.
He flapped HARD. Hard enough to send bursts of wind towards the Erasers. Hard enough to have that wind knock them into the nearby buildings, and hard enough to send them careening to the city street below. I couldn't believe my eyes. I stared at Eric, wondering how the hell he did that with such flimsy looking wings, but I decided to let it be.
Then Aaron said, "Didn't I kill you already?" Nothing could have spooked me more than those five words.
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