Bohdi blinks. “A troll … no problemo … Beatrice can take it out with her flamethrower. We can rush to the surface and—”
“Grandma! That’s a flamethrower?” Amy exclaims.
“The better to protect you with, my dear,” says Beatrice.
“Now you’re the big bad wolf?” cries Amy.
“I know that myth!” Valli shouts, and Bohdi winces and rubs his ears.
“Not a troll,” Sigyn says. “Trolls … we’re in a troll den.”
“How many trolls is that?” says Bohdi.
“No one has escaped a troll den to give a headcount,” says Sigyn.
Bohdi waves a hand. “And no one escaped a spider’s nest before, but Amy and I did. There must be a way—”
“Escaping to the surface is not an option,” says Nari. “It’s too hot, there is no shielding from cosmic rays, and no water. You’d die from exposure within a few hours.”
“And we’d die not much long after,” Sigyn adds.
From down the tunnel comes more snuffling.
“The trolls will catch our scent soon,” says Valli.
“We should surrender,” says Nari, much too quickly.
“No,” says everyone else in unison.
“The Allfather can be reasoned with,” says Nari. “Unlike trolls.”
“No!” says Amy.
“Sometimes surrender is the best option. Where there is life—”
“At least C-3PO had an off switch.” Bohdi hears Amy huff in laughter and realizes he said that aloud. He’s suddenly very glad that Brett and Bryant insisted that sci-fi was an important part of his education.
“Do you have an idea, Dr. Lewis?” snaps Nari.
For a moment there is only the sound of their breathing, the clinking of the Einherjar armor in the distance, and the drip of water on stones.
“Bohdi,” Amy whispers. “You ever watch the Fireflymovie, Serenity?”
He flicks his lighter, remembering the sci-fi epic. In the darkness the small flame seems as bright as the sun. He feels one side of his mouth pull up. “You know I aim to misbehave.”
Amy smiles back, her eyes glinting in the light of the flame. It’s the first time he’s seen her smile all day.
“What are you two talking about?” says Valli.
The flame goes out. Bohdi flicks the lighter again. He turns to Nari, Valli, and Sigyn. Sigyn is leaning against the wall. The trip through the world gate seems to have taken a toll. The cave isn’t hot, but her skin still has the sheen of sweat, and she’s breathing too quickly.
His eyes flick to Nari and Valli, “Which one of you is the fastest?”
Valli steps forward. “What do you have in mind?”
The flame at the end of his thumb goes out.
“I should go with you,” Amy says. “It was my idea.”
Bohdi turns to her. He can just barely make her out in the faint light from the Einherjar’s torch down the tunnel. “Amy …” He takes a deep breath. “The most important thing for this will be speed.” There are many things Amy has—intelligence, endurance, bravery—but she isn’t fast. If Bohdi hadn’t dragged her along with him in Nornheim, she probably would have been caught by adze.
She bows her head and clutches Fenrir’s carrier. “You’re right.”
“Could someone tell us what’s going on?” says Nari.
Flicking his lighter again, Bohdi meets their eyes. Dropping his voice to a low whisper, he says, “Valli and I are going to raise an army.”
x x x x
Bohdi hands his paint gun to Amy. She bites her lip and whispers, “We’ll be taking the trolls back to Chicago … maybe it’s not the right thing to do?”
Bohdi scowls. “Odin can’t win, Amy. If Odin gets away with this, it will just make him bolder.”
Amy takes a long breath. “The needs of the many …”
“Chicago has a lot of experience with this sort of thing,” says Bohdi. “How many trolls could there possibly be?”
Amy is silent.
Beatrice lifts her coat and unbuckles the holster that holds her Glock. Handing it to Bohdi, she says, “Here, this might not be much help, but …”
Nodding, he slings the too-small strap over one shoulder. “Thanks.” He’s beginning to have that strung out, not-quite-in-his-body feeling he gets when he does something really stupid.
“Come on, Valli. Let’s go,” he says. He turns on his cell phone for light and together they head deeper into the cave. It’s not difficult going. The cave is relatively open—for a human—but Bohdi notes the barely-a-foot-above-his-head ceiling will probably be a bit of a bummer for a troll. Trolls are as tall and broad as elephants.
They can’t have gone more than three quarters of a mile when Bohdi starts to hear more snuffling, but louder this time. He also hears what sounds like a woman singing. Flipping off his phone, he blinks in the darkness and then becomes aware of a thin beam of light coming through a gap in the cave wall. The gap is about as wide Bohdi’s shoulders and is formed by a boulder partially blocking a branch in the tunnel. The singing is very loud now. It’s pretty … in a discordant kind of way.
Without speaking, he and Valli slink forward and peer around the boulder and into the light. Beyond the boulder the cave opens up into a cavern. The ceiling looks to be about two stories tall. It’s difficult to see how wide and long the cavern is, because right in front of the gap kneels a woman. Even kneeling, she comes up to Bohdi’s chest. Her hair is long and dark green, and it falls in front of her face as she leans over something. Her limbs, where they aren’t covered by mismatched furs, are olive green.
Bohdi or Valli must make a noise because she looks up. Bohdi blinks. As tall as she is, her face has the small nose, proportionally larger eyes, and high forehead of a child. A very pretty child with great big golden eyes.
His eyes slip down. Her body is thin and straight—definitely a child. In her hands she holds a log with a rough clump of grasses tied to the top. He blinks as she cradles it to her chest and sings—she’s pretending the log is a baby.
His eyes flick beyond the troll girl. He sees hulking shapes and hears loud snuffles.
He’s yanked back suddenly by the shoulder. Valli whispers in Bohdi’s ear. “We kill the child. That will get the adults’ attention.”
Bohdi’s head whips to Valli. “We will not kill a child!” he hisses. His mind is suddenly filled by the memory of baby spider screams and he’s vaguely aware of the girl’s singing coming to a stop.
Pulling himself from Valli’s grip, Bohdi snaps, “Would your father approve of that plan?”
Valli’s face crumples, his shoulders slouch, and he looks down. “No …”
Bohdi’s fists unclench at his side.
Valli lifts his eyes. “But that is what armies do. They instill fear, and that is how they gain control and force others to join.” He rubs a shoulder nervously and looks down. “Father … he never approved of that sort of thing … but he died … so maybe …?”
Bohdi sighs. He can’t really be angry at the idiot. Putting a hand on Valli’s shoulder, he whispers, “Do you know how Mao took over China?”
Valli shakes his head.
Bohdi’s vaguely aware of the snuffles getting louder.
Leaning closer to Loki’s son, Bohdi whispers. “Any member of Mao’s army who killed, raped, hurt, or stole from a peasant was executed. He won the goodwill of the people, that’s how he won China.” And then Mao proceeded to wreak havoc in China through tyranny and gross mismanagement … but it doesn’t seem like the moment to bring it up.
He gives Valli’s shoulder a pat. “We’ll find a way to move the boulder. That will get their attention.”
He goes to press his body into the gap and draws to a halt. The troll child is standing in the gap, her golden eyes glowing. Standing, she is nearly Bohdi’s height.
At his shoulder, Valli says, “It is alright, troll, we will not hurt you.”
The troll girl’s eyes scrunch up, her mouth opens, and she lets loose a wail of absolute terror.
Bohdi backs up. “I don’t think she under—”
The little trolless spins on her heels and runs back into the cavern. And suddenly Bohdi is staring at six sets of golden eyes set into faces wider than garbage can lids.
“See?” he whispers to Valli. “We got their attention.”
Snarls erupt on the other side of the gap. A giant thumb wraps around the boulder, and the rock grinds to the side.
“I don’t think we have their goodwill, though,” says Valli.
Bohdi can’t answer. As the boulder moves he sees more of the cavern beyond and counts at least a dozen eyes. Trolls features are very human—but they’re enormous and green. These trolls are so close, Bohdi can feel fetid breath on his face; he sees incisors wide as his palm and saliva dripping from oversized canines. The air smells like onions and rotting meat.
“Valli?”
“Yes?”
“Remember the original plan?”
“Oh, right, you mean to—”
The boulder slides away completely, and the troll tries to jam its huge shoulders into the tunnel.
“Run!” screams Bohdi, grabbing Valli’s shoulder and taking off the way they came.
Valli follows, but before Bohdi’s even at a full sprint, Valli grabs Bohdi’s wrist and yanks him to a halt.
Bohdi spins and screams, “What are you doing?”
“Do you think it can get through the gap?” Valli asks.
Bohdi looks back. The troll is snarling and growling, shoulders straining, trying to enter the tunnel. Bohdi hears the sound of a small shower of rock tumbling down from the cave walls.
“I don’t—”
There is a louder shower of rocks, and a sound like crashing bricks. Bohdi and Valli both cough as the air in the cave becomes clogged with dust and they are plunged into absolute darkness.
Wiping his eyes, Bohdi blinks. From the direction they had just come there is a roar. He blinks again and finds himself staring through the haze of dirt and rubble, back lit from the cavern beyond. In the midst of the rubble is a troll. The cave’s height is forcing it to stay on all fours, and it’s blinking just like they are. Raising a meaty hand, it wipes its eyes.
“Oh, good, it worked!” says Valli.
Beside the troll, another troll head appears.
“Run,” says Bohdi, pulling his wrist out of Valli’s grasp.
“Right!” says Valli.
They spin around. It’s too dark to see, but they run anyway. Bohdi fumbles for his phone for some light. He flips it on and in the same step tumbles over a stalagmite. He’s hears Valli’s feet dash past him. The palm of his empty hand hits cold, wet grit, and the fingers of the hand holding the phone scrape across rock. He feels a sharp pain on his tongue. His feet scramble on wet stone, he hears the thunderous approach of the trolls too close, and he knows that he’s going to be caught, like he knows the warmth in his mouth is blood. He will be crushed, and they will tear into his flesh with their teeth before he’s even dead.
He hears a scream of rage. It’s coming from in front of him, not behind. He lifts his head and sees Valli bathed in the glow of firelight. A scream of pain comes from behind him. Finally finding his footing, Bohdi scampers to his feet and looks back. The lead troll is ripping a flaming fur loincloth away from its body, crying in rage and in pain, and pounding out the flame with its fist. Behind it, other trolls scream.
Bohdi’s jaw falls. “How?”
At his side, Valli says, “Sometimes, I start fires.”
Bohdi shakes himself and backs away from the beast.
“Trolls aren’t very well endowed,” says Valli, backing up with him.
Where it squats, the creature lifts its head and lets loose a bellow that causes small rocks to fall from the walls and ceiling.
Bohdi blinks … it isn’t well endowed at all. The troll’s equipment would be tiny even if it were on a human.
Grabbing Valli, Bohdi turns and runs. But between breaths he manages to crack out, “I think we just discovered the reason for their rage!”
In step beside him, Valli makes a noise that’s half a pant and half a guffaw. From behind them a rock comes hurtling, just missing Bohdi’s head. And it’s completely the wrong time, but Bohdi starts laughing, and so does Valli. They dodge round some columns of merged stalactites and stalagmites, and Bohdi feels like he’s flying—even though he feels heavier than normal—like maybe the gravity is greater here. His mind is clear, and everything moves so fast. The trolls are crawling, roaring and gnashing their teeth, but they’re just far enough behind that it seems like a video game … not a real life threat.
Up ahead he sees a light flash. He hears Amy’s voice, “Bohdi?”
“Now!” he shouts.
The light ahead vanishes. He hears the sound of the paint gun, and then Sigyn’s Berretta, and automatic weapons fire. In no time at all, he’s at the bend. Turning, he sees Sigyn fighting with an Einherjar warrior, Beatrice firing Nari’s M-16, and Nari hunched over Amy who is cowering on the floor.
Nari’s supposed to be opening the gate ...
The sensation of being in a game ends abruptly. The trolls are suddenly too close. “The gate! The gate!”
Two Einherjar lift spears, as though they will drive them through Nari and into Amy. Bohdi snarls. Or maybe it’s Valli. His feet pound over stones, and he leaps through the air in a move he must have learned from one of the football games Steve made him watch.
His shoulder connects with hard steel, rattling his teeth, and sending a sharp stab of pain along his neck. But the Einherjar falls, Bohdi on top of him. Light sears Bohdi’s eyes, a chill wind whips around him, and he smells grass and trees. Lifting his head he gapes. He’s back on Earth, beneath the arbor. The Einherjar beneath him doesn’t share his surprise. Before Bohdi’s mouth can snap shut, he’s flipped roughly onto his back. His shoulders hit the pavement hard, knocking the wind from him. His head lands in a patch of mud, and it’s cold. He finds himself staring upward at the face of Gabbar, his paint-spattered visor lifted above his eyes. Gabbar doesn’t look sad or angry. His face is a perfect mask of concentration. “I’m sorry,” Gabbar says.
Bohdi hears the sound of a blade being pulled from a sheath, he reaches for the holster with the Glock on his shoulder, but it must have fallen off when he fell. In less time than it takes to blink, he hears horses scream, Valli snarl, the whoosh of the paint gun being fired, and automatic gunfire. He sees Nari, still crouched over Amy from the corner of his eye, and then a bright light flashes above, and Bohdi sees a knife shining in Gabbar’s hand. Lifting his hands, Bohdi tries to grab the other man’s wrists, but the blade comes toward his throat ...
… and Gabbar is lifted from Bohdi’s body so fast air rushes into Bohdi’s lungs. Bohdi hears the sound of shattering wood, crumbling rock, and watches as two enormous green hands lift Gabbar like a rag doll. A bellow cuts through the air with such force that Bohdi can feel the reverberations in the mud beneath him.
“Gabbar!” Bohdi screams.
From where he hangs helplessly in the grip of a troll, the Einherjar’s dark eyes meet Bohdi’s. Gabbar’s mouth opens. The troll grunts, and with a fast, efficient movement, wrings the Einherjar’s neck and tosses him carelessly to the side.
“Bohdi!” Amy screams from behind him. Bohdi scampers backwards on his hands into a hedge and finds himself beside his companions, cowering beneath the meager protection of leaves. A swarm of Einherjar flow over the troll—and for a minute Bohdi thinks it’s going to be over before it began. But then the first troll is knocked to the side, not by Odin’s warriors, but by another troll. The second troll rips Einherjar from the first troll’s back and begins smashing them into the ground and tossing them aside. Bohdi pulls his legs back just fast enough to avoid having two broken bodies land on his legs. The motion catches the second troll’s attention. He looks down at Bohdi and smiles … but then from behind the troll a hair-raising roar rises, and the second troll is knocked to the side by a third. Einherjar just keep coming … and so do trolls. Bohdi hears shouts in Asgardian growing more and more frantic.
Sigyn says, “Nari, if you can make Dr. Lewis invisible, I think I can do the same for Beatrice.”
“What about Bohdi?” Amy says.
Above the bushes just barely concealing them, more troll growls rise.
Valli leans over one of the shattered Einherjar at Bohdi’s feet. “I’m not so good at that sort of magic … but we can steal their armor …”
“Helmets and chest plates are all we have time for!” says Sigyn, kneeling in the dirt beside a downed man and deftly working buckles that Bohdi hadn’t even seen. She tosses a helmet to Bohdi. He puts it on, just in time to catch the chest plate she throws at him, but he fumbles with its latches. An Einherjar goes flying over the bush and Bohdi ducks, the unfastened piece slipping from his chest. “I’ve got it for you!” he hears Amy whisper, and he feels soft fingers at his shoulder and back, and the sensation of a belt tightening just beneath his shoulder blades.
He turns to Amy. Fenrir’s carrier is slung over her shoulder. Sunlight is silhouetting her from behind. He sees her give him a small smile. Or maybe its his eyes playing tricks on him. And then Nari puts a hand on her shoulder and she and Nari vanish.
“Valli, clear us a path!” shouts Sigyn.
Springing from the hedge, Valli sweeps his sword in a long arc through empty air. Bohdi hears the scream of a gale, and sees the shimmering shapes of Einherjar topple beyond the bushes. Troll howls rise behind him, and the ground shakes as they lumber into the swirling swarm of Einherjar.
“Run, the way we came!” screams Sigyn close by, but Bohdi can’t see her.
Bohdi scampers to his feet and barrels through the bushes, following a path cut before him by invisible forms. He hears Fenrir growling, but can’t see Amy.
Clearing the hedge he sees the nearly invisible shapes of Einherjar clambering to their feet unsteadily, their order broken and uneven as trolls sweep through the ranks.
Even though their legs and hands are visible, in the chaos Bohdi and Valli slip around clusters of warriors and trolls and through the trees. Shadows of Valkyries hover above, but they’re mostly shielded by branches. Behind him he hears more trolls bellowing, and another Einherjar body hurtles through the air and lands at his feet.
He briefly sees Sigyn and Beatrice flicker into view a few steps ahead of him, close to the main path, but not on it, and then they wink away, just as some Einherjar turn their heads toward the women. Seeing nothing, the warrior’s eyes go to his and Valli’s uncovered legs. Before Bohdi can worry, the Einherjar are hit by a blast of wind and bowled over.
“Run!” he hears Sigyn pant.
Bohdi’s feet pound and squish on slightly muddy sod. He avoids the main path, filled with the nearly invisible warriors. Instead he twists through trees and the few men that have spilled from the trail, sometimes catching sight of Valli’s legs just in front of him.
They reach the open incline that leads to the pedestrian walkway beneath Lake Shore Drive. There are no trees giving cover on the incline—shadows of the Valkyries overhead slip across it. Bohdi’s jaw drops in dismay. Worse, seemingly emerging from thin air just within the tunnel, are Einherjar. They pour from beneath the bridge onto the main pathway and up the stairs.
He hears Nari pant. “There was … no … gate … there before.”
Bohdi looks southward where Ohio Street winds around the peninsula’s single skyscraper. His eyes go wide. Two trolls are blocking the street. One is swinging a motorcycle, bowling over members of Odin’s cavalry. He looks back at the endless flood of Einherjar. If they remain invisible, it might be the better to face the trolls.
Sigyn pants. “Can’t … remain … invisible … much longer.”
“Down the slope,” Beatrice hisses, somewhere very close, and Bohdi obeys without questioning. A few of the Einherjar must see his legs now that he’s in the open, because a few stop, turn, and shout. He hears shrieks from above him, and the shadows of the Valkyries grow larger.
“I’ve got this!” Beatrice says. “Cover me, Valli!”
Beatrice flickers into view. The shimmering wave of warriors draws to a halt mid-stride and turns toward her as one. Ignoring them, Beatrice barrels down the slope, umbrella swinging from her wrist, DM34 upraised. Drawing to a halt, she fires into the tunnel.
The single round flies through the air and explodes into flame, fanning out fifteen meters wide and spilling into the tunnel. Bohdi raises a hand against the heat. From the tunnel comes a chorus of screams.
“Valli, handle the rest!” Sigyn shouts, flickering into view a few meters down the slope from Bohdi and Valli. Nari and Amy also come into view.
Valli swings his blade. Bohdi can hear the gale force winds that rise from it, even if he can’t feel it.
“Run!” Sigyn shouts, charging forward. Bohdi follows, glancing backwards just once as he does. Behind them men topple in the wind, Valkyries go hurtling backwards through the air, and farther away Bohdi catches sight of a few horses, their armor blown aside. Turning, he dashes into the tunnel, the heat from the DM34 radiating from the walls. Einherjar warriors moan on the ground, their armor no longer mirrors, but glowing red from the heat. He hears Amy gasp with dismay, looks and sees her turning toward one of the downed men, Nari leaning on her shoulder.
“Run!” Nari pants.
Nari and Sigyn both look like they’re at the last leg of a marathon, their steps faltering and uncertain. Beatrice throws Sigyn’s arm over her shoulder. And maybe that’s who Bohdi should help, but he runs to Nari’s side, worried that Nari will slow Amy down. He throws Nari’s other arm over his shoulders, and with Amy half carries the man to the end of the tunnel, Valli cursing a few steps behind.
Bohdi hears the sound of many footsteps and shouts and looks back and sees more Einherjar emerge from the World Gate that Odin must have created in the tunnel. Raising his sword, Valli gives a shout, and the scream of wind blocks out the sound of anything else. The soldiers topple just before Bohdi stumbles out of the other side of the tunnel and into the bright light of the sun.
He cranes his neck around. The street is mostly clear except for a single police car facing the tunnel. One of the officers is looking back through the tunnel, eyes wide, gun out.
Tipping her head toward Nari, Amy whips out her badge and shouts. “FBI, we need to get these people out of here!”
“Are those swords?” says one of the officers.
“These people are with us,” says Beatrice, inclining her head to Loki’s family. “The men in the tunnel belong to the people who shot Steve Rogers!”
“Hop in!” shouts the other officer.
A shriek rises from the sky. Bohdi looks overhead and sees Valkyries in the air above Lakeshore Drive. In the tunnel he sees Einherjar running in their direction.
“Into the car, Bohdi!” Amy shouts.
Bohdi snaps around and sees Nari stumbling into the backseat, Amy, and then Sigyn, following. Beatrice jumps into the front seat just before the officers hop in.
Bohdi hops into the car, sliding into the backseat next to Sigyn. On the far side Amy is sitting on Nari’s lap. Bohdi blinks and a moment later Valli is standing beside him, just outside the car.
“Get in!” shouts one of the officers.
Standing behind the open back door, Valli growls and swings the sword. The air is filled with the sound of wind whipping from the tunnel. Some of the Valkyries are blown backwards, and the Einherjar in the tunnel throw up their arms, and drop to their knees. An instant later they are up again and running toward the car.
“Get in! Get in!” shriek Nari and Sigyn.
A blast of plasma fire hits the car door. With a snarl Valli slides onto Bohdi’s lap, curling into near fetal position to fit, his weight crushing Bohdi’s thighs and his AK-47 thunking Bohdi on the chin. The car lurches backwards. Bohdi grabs the car door; shuts it and then gives a hiss of pain from the heat.
The car backs around a corner and screeches to a halt. Einherjar pour down the street in a glittering rush. The police officer in the passenger side fires a shotgun. It hits a warrior, and he slows down, but then keeps running toward them. The officer curses; the driver hits the accelerator just as a few warriors collide with the car. But the car screeches forward, outpacing them in seconds. The siren goes on, and the car speeds north up the street, Einherjar following on foot behind.
“Where are we going?” shouts the driver. Behind and above come the sound of screaming Valkyries.
“To Northwestern Memorial Hospital,” says Beatrice.
“What? We’re leading them to a hospital?” says the guy in the passenger seat.
“There’s a friendly army there,” shouts Sigyn. “With armor-piercing bullets!”
Bohdi sneezes at her words, hitting his head against Valli’s back.
“I bless you,” says Valli, and then he snickers.
Bohdi delivers a weak punch to Valli’s side. “You’re not a god!” he says. Beside him he hears Sigyn mutter softly, “I hope they have armor-piercing bullets.”
A blast of plasma hits the windshield. Bohdi hears the sound of impact on glass and feels heat behind him; thankfully, the glass doesn’t shatter. He blinks. It didn’t even shatter the glass? Plasma weapons are a lot less impressive than he expected.
“Can you take off my rifle?” Valli shouts. Sigyn reaches toward Valli’s AK-47, and Bohdi’s eyes slide to the side. Nari looks a lot more comfortable with Amy on his lap than Bohdi is with Valli’s bony ass on his legs.
“Trying to get mine,” says Nari, and Amy turns around and helps him. As Nari leans forward, his chin nearly rests on her breasts. Bohdi’s skin heats—and Sigyn bonks his nose with the butt end of the AK-47. “Sorry,” she says through gritted teeth. “Tight in here.”
The driver up ahead mutters, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” and takes a sharp left, up the street leading to Northwestern Memorial.
Another blast of plasma hits them. The car swerves. Everyone ducks instinctively, and when Bohdi lifts his head he sees sparks flying from behind them.
“They hit the bumper,” says the officer on the passenger’s side.
“Only the bumper and they didn’t break the glass,” Sigyn says softly. “They’re not trying to kill us …” her eyes slide to the side. “Odin opened a gate for you, Doctor Lewis … he wants you very badly.”
“They didn’t break the glass on purpose?” says Bohdi.
Nari and Sigyn turn toward him, mouths agape. On his lap Valli snorts. “What sort of silly weapon can’t break glass? Of course, they didn’t break it on purpose.”
Bohdi turns his eyes to Valli’s back. Okay, plasma spears … not the most pathetic weapon ever. He looks out the window and sees the hospital only a block away. Agents are pouring out, and civilians, too. In the confusion they’ll be able to slip away. Bohdi feels hope rising in his chest.
“Stop the car!” Amy cries.
“What?” says Beatrice.
“We can’t take them any closer to the hospital!” Amy shouts.
The driver hits the brakes so fast they skid to a stop, the car spinning ninety degrees. Bohdi hears the driver give a long sigh.
Amy grabs the door handle. “They want me so badly,” she says. “I’m not going to hurt any more people!”
Bohdi hears the sound of wings, footsteps, shouts, and distant hooves. They aren’t fired on.
Amy pulls on the handle, and Bohdi’s heart drops.