Sigh, how did I get so carried away yesterday that I actually went through with this plan?
Dane struggled to resist the urge to smack his chest and stomp his feet, his mind spinning as he tried to come up with a remedy.
Team Red gathered up the vine net from the ground. A few of them worked together to lift it, planning to toss it to the side of the road. But unexpectedly, as the net left the ground, it seemed like they'd triggered some mechanism—the net started writhing and contracting. With a sharp 'snap', like a rope pulled to its limit, it suddenly broke free and sprang up, flipping over and dropping right onto their heads.
All the tangled threads in Dane's mind seemed to explode apart with a thunderous crash.
"Fire!" he shouted, leaping up first with his rifle in hand, rushing onto the road and laying down a barrage at the Team Red members ahead.
Hart, Boland, and Vance sprang out right behind him, firing at them.
