Wretch control 2

He lunged for the street, where cars still choked the road. Chains went up, and I turned on the Wretch, reaching for javelins that weren't in my reach.

*****

With the phone pressed to my ear, I walked over to the javelins, which were almost lost in the dirt that had been turned over by the passage of the vans and slashes of the chain whip.

I released the Wretch, and I reached out with my free hand, the bicep twinging from the gunshot wound that hadn't fully healed.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

If it had mattered, would I have been able to?

Come on.

The Wretch grabbed the first javelin, then the next, and then a third. One broke in two- a bite, not a hand.

The other two, the Wretch simply held. I waited, then I moved my hand. There was no way to tell if it would work or not, because they broke to pieces as the grip tightened or changed.

I bent down and looked in the direction Capricorn had gone, and I reached down to one of the chunks of stone.

It crumbled in my grip. No power in effect.

We'll work this out, I told the Wretch.

- Beacon 8.5