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Not the Bees! [m]
POSTED ON Sept 17, 2022 18:40:24 GMT
"Smart thinking, mate," Jack says to his friend with an approving nod at the Noctowl, "Fire-type would be the logical choice for this, but with the civilian presence and combustibles around here, flying is the better option."
Jack's eyes scan the skyline, even as he releases his Corviknight from his pokeball. "They seem to be congregating along the roofline, so let's head that way," Jack says as he heads toward a metal ladder fixed to the side of one of the nearby buildings. "Let's not antagonize them any more than we need to. Poe, take the long way around and avoid any of those bugs," he says to the Corviknight, which lifts into the air with a heavy flap of wings and disappears around the corner as he flies low to the ground.
After the initial climb up the ladder, things become much easier as the way up turns into fire escapes and solid, albeit rusty, metal stairways. Jack smiles to himself about what a successful team he and Zev make as he climbs the final flight of stairs, though the smile fades as a disturbing scene unfolds before him. Hundreds of Combee buzz back and forth above the block, far more than are visible from street level. The ongoing hum from the enormous colony vibrates through Jack, giving him the faintest feeling of a headache and nausea. As Poe hops over along the asphalt surface of the roof, Jack turns to Zev and speaks above the droning hum, "This is worse than I thought. We need to capture one so we can have it analyzed and figure out what is causing this."
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