Chapter 37

“Probably.”

“You’re not a very good shot,” Seven pointed out.

“Fine, you do it!”

Eighty-Eight handed him a little red dart that had a flashing light at the end, and Seven took it carefully, looking at the odd creation. Eighty-Eight could have made it look like anything

“Why does it have a flashing bit?” Twelve asked. “He’s bound to notice that he has a bright red flashing dart stuck in him.”

“Yes, he’ll probably notice it.” Eighty-Eight threw his hands in the air. “But it doesn’t matter. Once it’s in, he’ll have a hell of a time getting it out.”

Seven thought up a dart gun that looked like the kind he’d seen on the history channels about hunting big game, then loaded it with the dart. Seven normally thought of himself as a good shot, up until he’d encountered that robed woman and been unable to hit her. But of the three of them, he had the best chance of hitting anything at all.