I’d have gone for the gun except it had no trigger, and so far as I knew fired at the mental command of only one person on the planet—Cassie.
Instead, I raised my arms, targeting Rook’s arm. Knowing that someone’s about to kill your best friend, your sister, and your girlfriend doesn’t make for clear thinking.
I fired off the roachbots, not paying attention to what I was firing or how many, aiming at his arm.
The roachbots hit, knocking his arm sideways while simultaneously exploding—again and again, like popcorn.