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Lucky Stone
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>The rain will make them sluggish
True, as I watch from my hole the crocodile gives an enormous yawn, revealing his huge pink maw.
I leave the photo and slowly emerge from the dripping shrub and the reptiles immediately hone in on me and the crocodile bounds forward uncomfortably close. I dash away to maintain distance and thankfully he stops pursuing.
“Hello there Rudger! It’s wonderful to finally meet you–I’m Gustave Gargill and I spoke with your Lucy a good deal before her unfortunate lapse. I heard from Dave here that you’re going to show us your friends’ hiding spot and we should be able to get Lucy out of jail on a self-defense deal in a day or two. How does that sound? I hope you don’t think too poorly of me already.”
I think the chameleon has his handgun on his belt under his rain coat, but Gustave seems unarmed apart from his raw physical strength. It’s tough to keep my eyes on both of them at once.
“Yes, that sounds okay, I told my brothers to clear out otherwise you’d find them. Don’t get too close to me and don’t you dare take that gun out. I don’t really trust either of you, frankly. I’m doing this for Lucy.”
“Of course, of course, lead the way…”
I want the reptiles to approach from the west side, since that’s where the trap is. I take them along the road until we reach the field and start cutting across the damp grass, which soaks my legs and belly. Every few seconds I check over my shoulder to make sure they’re following.
I recognize our favorite feeding spot, the trap, and the dense bushes where hopefully Root, Sky, and Grass are primed and waiting.
“We have a tunnel near here–the burrow is a lot deeper into the jungle and I don’t think you can reach it. Here, you can see droppings and things.” I step over the trap, which supports my weight, to point at the base of the bushes.
>Random reptile trap check (Gustave or Dave): Dave
I turn back in time to see the chameleon take a long stride onto the trap and crash through. Gustave hops back in alarm as Dave flails and falls deeper into the trench. I duck into the bushes and find my brothers waiting, confused.
“What do we do? There’s two of them!” Grass whispers. We have the gun, the gun stand, a collection of knives and shivs, and some rope.
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