Terence opened the door.
“I’m glad you called us. The City Council passed an anti-rat ordinance last year, mandating a coordinated program co-ordinated by the municipal government. You may be instructed to hire a private firm to do the disposal, but for now, do we have your permission to do some investigating?”
“Of course. Come right in.”
“Thank you, sir.”
They were racing along a broad but cracked highway through a red desert. There were heaps of crushed concrete and twisted steel stretching out endlessly. They were rapidly approaching something like a city: bunched-together towering glass buildings, but half the glass was broken, and above a certain level, only steel skeletons reached up into the burning sky.
Jeanette was shouting “UNDO! CAN’T WE UNDO THIS THING? WHAT DO I DO TO UNDO?” She was splaying her fingers over the GPS touch screen.
The pteranodons were circling overhead. They were mottled black and red, and had long fangs at the back of their long mouths.
“Vampire pteranodons. That’s new,” Terence said.
The pile of stone and steel they were crouched behind offered nearly no protection from above.
“We have to attack!” Shouted the capybara.
“How? With what?” Terence’s voice cracked.
“You can do it! You have the gloves! Reach up and behind you!”
“What?” Terence nearly screamed.