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Atreus chewed his lip, sticking close to Bash and wracking his brain for ideas. He wasnât the sharpest tack in the shed and he was well aware of it, but he wanted to be helpful instead of feeling like nothing more than a burden.Â
âI could⌠be a distraction.â He offered hesitantly. âPeople donât usually shoot at me. They generally just assume that Iâm lost.â He didnât think that it was necessarily a good idea, but he wasnât coming up with anything better either.Â
âA distraction?â Bash frowned, not keen on that idea. âYou wanna be bait?â There was a lot that could go wrong with that idea. Like the asshole guards could just decide to shoot him for being irritating as hell. He wasnât sure what kind of distraction wouldnât make them shoot him, too, unless he just kept them talking. Bash could see the guard tower now that his eyes had adjusted and wondered if he could climb up enough if Atreus did serve as a distraction so that he could flood the place with fire and burn them out. Then it would be easy to melt through the fence and get them to the damn boat.Â
âDonât love that idea.â He confessed, after thinking for a moment. âWhat if they do decide to shoot you?â Bash hadnât come this far just to lose Atreus this close to the finish line.Â












