“Ash!” Sam yelled in alarm. “We’re going to crash!”
The Argo VII was speeding through a cluster of trees, zig-zagging left and right to avoid the landmines that appeared in the sonar display on Jackboot’s dashboard.
“Take a chill pill, Sam,” Farsight replied. “I’ve got this.”
Instead of slowing down though, Farsight sped up. She pushed the Argo VII to zoom across a patch of ground Jackboot had earlier labeled, “A kill box,” while Sam watched in disbelief as she skirted the edges of each landmine’s area of effect without making them explode.
“Precognition and probability powers are such cheat gifts,” Jackboot commented.
The Argo VII barely cleared this cluster of landmines when they heard an explosion just a few yards behind them. The Nemean Lion was right on the school bus’ tail and was seemingly unbothered by the mines exploding underneath its paws.