“I’ll stay with X in case the squirrel breaks through,” she said. “T.J., you take them to recycling.” “Yeah.” “Recycling?” Blitz asked. Mallory drew her sword. “Magnus, I can’t say it’s been a pleasure. You’re a true pain in the nári. Now get out of here.” The door of my room shuddered again. Plaster rained from the ceiling. “The squirrel is strong,” X grunted. “Hurry.” T.J. fixed his bayonet. “Let’s go.”
